Things You Forget. I’m working on this young adult novel right now. It’s a story that won’t leave me alone. It’s the story that made me ugly cry during a workshop at VCFA. I put it away after workshop, then worked on it again while my husband was going through cancer treatment. I typed in the bedroom closet of our condo, which was located close to the hospital. We came back to the condo after each treatment, and when he slept, I typed. Furiously. Back at home after a successful treatment and good report, I put it away again. That was over two years ago. But this story won’t go away. So I have made a decision. I will write it and be done. And I wanted to make it official, so I’m saying it here.
Memory is a funny thing. It can both destroy and restore. And mining our memories, the good ones and the ones that haunt us, can often bring healing.