Writing a book has been a life long dream. I have written poetry for as long as I can remember but I have never tried writing a book until about eight years ago. The book was very cathartic in that I needed to tell the story. Unfortunately, I wrote every detail I could remember. I actually had a friend insist I include a couple of sentence about a discussion she had with me. It did not add anything to the book at all. I ultimately took it to a counselor friend of mine. She gave me the most honest critiques I have ever had. The book was way to technical.
When I decided to start writing again, this book is where I decided to start. Almost three months later I have a list of character names and about two pages written on the book. Not exactly where I wanted to be after three months. At this rate, I will never get the book written. Where do I go from here?
Another idea I had in mind was writing about living in a nursing home. The great thing there is that I still live in a nursing home. The feelings, concerns, story ideas are all around me. It reminds me of living in a zoo or, better yet, the nursing home version of “One Flew Over the Coo-Coo’s Nest.” Most of my “roommates” have various forms of Dementia and Alzheimer’s. We have roamers, screamers, nudist and residents who are down right rude.
I decided to sit down and write out characters I wanted to use. I also wrote down stories I wanted to tell. Some of the stories are totally funny and some are extremely sad. I ended up with 7 or 8 pages of notes. Seems like I am on a roll. I love to see the wheels churning.
I have given myself a deadline of August 1st to actually start writing. I need to come up with character names and probably a few stories. I am not sure what to give as a title yet. That one is going to be fun.