Since I was a little kid, I’ve been writing a book inside my brain. I review all situations in my mind as dialogue. I describe scenes and scenery in my head. I can see paragraphs. This all started in the fourth grade with Little House on the Prairie and Laura Ingalls Wilder. I have tried to write fiction but have always hated how it was coming out.
I tell you this because I started reading a book two days ago that is showing me, page by lovely page, that I can indeed write a book of my own. And also because I think my reading friends will love this book. I refer not to the one in my head, but the one I am reading – “(Re) Making Love: a sex after sixty story” by Mary L. Tabor.
It’s a memoir written in essay form. Quotes, poems and recipes scattered throughout. I love it. And I have already started my book. Mostly in my head but also on paper. I don’t care if I ever sell it or if anyone ever reads it. But I’m writing it.
In the meantime, “(Re) Making Love” may interest you and/or inspire you as much as it has inspired me. Give it a try!