Writing It All Down

My dh has been after me to write a book about my experiences for years. A couple of months ago, he talked with me again about it. I'm a procrastinator at heart, and while I would like to have written a book, digging through all the ick from my childhood and beyond is not something that warms the cockles of my heart (what is a cockle anyway?). I told dh to have at it. Write whatever he wants. In many ways it is as much his story as mine. Were it not for him, I wouldn't be where I am today. He doesn't believe that, but I do.

He's been writing for the last little while, and has completed the introduction and first chapter. I need to know where I'm going to end up before I can start writing. He just starts writing and winds up where he winds up. He's good at too. Years of listening to me has made it possible for him to get inside my head pretty well. I'm glad he still takes such a keen interest in encouraging me to tell my story. It's not a pretty story, but it is mine, and as awful as some of it is, these are the events that formed much of who I am today.

So maybe I'm not ready to write my full story yet, but he is. It will be interesting to see where he winds up.