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About MeI'm back from a long absence, both personally and in the literary sense, of a desire for meaningful work.
I had started writing here,enjoyed it, and had set off to complete a memoir about my experiences in Afghanistan. It was all going so well that I pitched my book in New York and got requests for more. One agent wants, or wanted, the entire manuscript. The best way to describe what happened next is that the story arc just vanished. It evaporated back into whatever black hole it came from initially. I had contracted writer's alzheimers. I sat down to write the final three chapters and send it out to the agents that had requested it, but nothing came back out of the hole in my head. I read the previous chapters, took notes and reconstructed the story board. Nothing. I wrote,edited and deleted. Nothing. It's been three months since writing was fun. I've come back here to find the fun in it all and read my initial efforts. I'm sure I'll edit. If one thing is true about my writing it's that editing IS writing. People that have completely lost their minds have brief moments of clarity. Occassionaly matter makes its way out of black holes. You just never know. Comments
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