Some of you may know that I am writing a book. It’s a memoir that chronicles a seven-month period in my life, when I ran away from home and never went back. It’s pretty gruesome in some places, and kind of wacky in others. The title, so far, is A Runaway Life. And since it’s already about 315 pages, I kind of doubt the title will change; but you never know.
I have another blog, Dina Leah: Story of a Teenage Runaway, which at first I had intended to be the canvas upon which I would paint this story, in serial form; but the book got out of hand and took on a life of its own and galloped away with me, so my poor Dina Leah blog has languished. Oh right, I didn’t tell you that Dina Leah is the pseudonym I chose.
I’ve been trying to write this book for at least 30 years. The problem has been that there is so much trauma oozing between its covers that every time I started to write I would break out in a cold PTSD sweat, and I’d put it away. My hard drive is bulging with drafts and attempts at chapters.
Last NaNoWriMo I got the bright idea that I would give it a whirl using Third Person instead of First Person, or maybe alternate: just play with it, and see what came out. So far, since November 1st 2012, about 95,000 words have come out. Yikes! I had no idea. And as it now stands, I’m only five months into the seven month journey. Gonna be a whole lotta editing goin’ on! This isn’t War and Peace. Well, it’s MY war and peace, but that’s a different story, so to speak.
If you don’t mind, please stop by Dina Leah and tell me what you think. I’m really looking for honest feedback, the more specific the better. Thanks!
