Writing My Book


I got up on time today (5 a.m.) and read my emails and watched a little TV before I said my prayers. Then I just decided to write. I wrote quite a bit yesterday, and it was an emotionally charged experience. As I wrote, I seemed to experience those incidents again and sometimes it was really upsetting. It was as if I were reliving the hurtful experiences all over again. That was not pleasant, but I think it was a good thing because some of the events that happened I have never talked about or allowed to surface and really allowed myself to feel. I have had these very negative and emotional experiences and it was good and healing to be able to write about them, as painful and emotion-filled as they were. I have written more in the past several days than I have in several weeks. I printed out the table of contents and the first page of each chapter so I can update the table of contents. I also printed out the Introduction and first chapter to review and revise. I’ll do one or two chapters a day. I am up to my life with Doug and nearly to the point where Sabrina comes to Texas. Writing about Jimmie and Doug was very difficult, but once I started, it was difficult to stop. There were things I needed to say. I think I need to include more of my spiritual side into those chapters, except for the fact that for many years, my spiritual life suffered from lack of attention. But that has been part of my journey as well as my years up to the present when I became much more spiritually aware.

I still haven’t gotten out to Best Buy to get the fax/scanner and to Walgreens to buy supplies that I need. I got my prescriptions last night. That was a good thing because I have been off my bp med for a time and that’s not good since my bp has been jumping around. I needed klonopin as well.

I was accepted into both Argsy and Walden. Now I’m just waiting to hear from The Chicago School. I should hear next week because my file went up Friday for evaluation. I would like to get the certificate and then contine on for my Masters once my foot is in the door at The Chicago School.

I had a very vivid dream last night, but I’m having trouble remembering it. I should have written it down as soon as I awoke. The longer you wait, the more you forget, and I’ve forgotten most of it, but I remember that it was very vivid. I think I will bring a notebook upstairs and have it handing to write down my dreams.

Ernie may be getting a brother. I agreed to have Theresa bring down a little guy in the DFW area for an overnight next weekend to see how he gets on with Ernie. I think I will be good for Ernie to have a companion. Ralpie (formerly Trigger) is a young dog, only about 9 or 10 months old, sable and white, but quieter than Fozzie who was being moved today to Seattle.I pray it works out and that Ernie is not very territorial. Inshallah this will be a good thing for all of us.

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About mairedubhtx

I am a "youngish" grandmother of 15 year old twin granddaughter who has recently (is a year "recent"?) adopted Islam as my way of life, much to the consternation of my family. I love to read. I love to write. I am writing a book about my decision to revert, about my spiritual journey. I have another blog about stories from my youth, my parents, and grandparents. It's a blog so my OCD daughter will not be able to throw it out when I die. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for which I am treated, so my posts may be a bit dark at times. C'est la vie.
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