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Coming back and finding work that is half way done. Work that I once thought as acceptable, perhaps even good. Work that you took your time to read. Work that I actually shared here! Yikes! Well, I am a little embarrassed. As I read and reread stuff that I thought was good enough, good enough to share. Now, I see it just wasn’t. Too many of the same words, too many times I  said the same name on one page, too many times I said words like, had or actually or finally, over and over again! And I see so many mistakes. And yet, I know I have something. Something that made some of you follow me all the way through, so saying it is not worth my effort to continue is not being very grateful to the many of you that took the time to read this story. Besides, I know that I have a story to tell.

In the course of the first page to right now, I have lived through so many emotions since. I have ridden the proverbial wave and I truly think that my story has evolved. And that I am stronger now. That in my head my story and the reason that I want to tell it has changed. And if I’d tried to finish it back when I thought that I’d written the last page, it never would have had a chance. But now, I really do think that at least in my head and the bones of what lie here, I just might have a story worth telling.

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The bones are still there. But now it is more than a story of a young girl, trying to save a young boy and his demons. It is more than a story about first loves and abuse, about mental illness. It is about a woman and her scars that reappear when her own daughter starts dating  and about mid-life crisis and trying to go back and right the wrongs and almost losing everything she holds dear. It is about the young girl, running head on into the older woman she is now.  Past her prime and even  middle age, just now finding her voice. After all of these years she seeks the validation that she lost all those years ago. Just now being allowed to say the things she’d always wanted to say.

Today, we find ourselves inside a world of communication that once was non existent. Where once when we lost touch, a lost love was truly lost except by chance. A lost phone number, a changed address and pouf they were lost. Now through social media, in a click of a key and people are finding each other. It’s crazy. And sometimes if by chance, there was no closure, or the ending was bad, people are trying to right old wrongs, and  personal Pandora’s Boxes have been being opened.

At first my story was about the abuse, how subtly young girls allow it. How difficult it is to admit to someone for so many reasons  that you are in a place that is hard to share. It is the story of many young girls, and I feel it is still worth telling. But I think that I needed this time to go back over the pages, over the bones, and revise just a little. To also tell the end of the story. So I am back to tell it.

To those who have hung in here, to my writing mentors who have lovingly supported me, to my readers who have followed me here. You guys are the best! I’m still here, my story is still being written. Now let the revisions begin!

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9 thoughts on “Revisions

    • Ahhh Leah,
      You are my inspiration. I haven’t wandered in here for a while and just am seeing some of these comments. It awwes me that especially writers like you still have hope in lil ole me!

  1. I can’t imagine writing a book, Diane, all the thoughts and words to capture and make sense of so it can be shared with others. I admire you and those who take it on and, for that, we owe a great debt, because it is the stories that change and mold us. They connect us in ways we would have never known.

    Keep up the good work you’re doing. Yes, your story will matter and make a difference to many. I don’t see it as a project to get done — I see it as a journey offered to you so you can learn and grow.

    Wishing you all the best as you go back over it and, maybe, over it again. Each time, something new reappears to you and that’s the purpose for you to discover and understand. God bless — I’m excited for you and this endeavor you’ve been given. 🙂

    • As I just said.. I am just finding all of these comments and so inspired! And as always your sweet smiling face is right at the top of the list of my biggest encouragers!
      Thank you.

  2. When we start to tell our story “the draft” of it can be emotional and may somewhat childish. I am not say that about your story Diane, but thinking of how I started telling my story once long ago. Yet, when we go back to it later, maybe even years later we see how we thought about it then, but might begin to find kindness, and understanding, patience and wisdom regarding the characters in our story. We come to it from a different place and it becomes a stronger, maybe truer version.
    Keep writing Diane and you will find the truths in your journey.

    • Just coming back to all of these comments. Can’t believe I didn’t come inside some of these posts to find them! I am so blown away by you guys! And YOU my friend always one of the best cheerleaders I have!
      Thank you my sweet kindred soul! I know you know!

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