As long as I don’t have to speak them in front of big crowds. That’s never fun.
Writing them, however, is one of my greatest joys. And one of the things I do the best, if I do say so myself. As most of you know, I’m currently writing a Vampire novel.
Why a Vampire novel? Just because. Okay? There’s absolutely no need to delve into my psyche to try and discover why I like dead people. I just do. It’s got nothing to do with my father dying when I was 6 years old. Absolutely nothing.
Moving right along.
So, although it’s a Vampire book, it’s really about women. Women, and mothers, and not mothers. It’s my way of sharing my grief over never becoming a mother. And releasing a bit of anger about it too, if I’m being completely honest.
And why should anyone else care about my grief? Because my story is important. Just like yours. And just like the mother’s standing next to you. My story is different from yours, although some of my feelings, thoughts, and experiences may be similar. My story has turned out to be a different one than I would have written, if I’d been given the choice, but it’s no less valid than anyone else’s.
And it’s going to have a happy ending. How do I know?
Because I’m going to make damn sure it does. I’ve decided that my childlessness will not destroy me. Or define me, or turn me into someone I don’t want to be.
I will be happy. I will be fulfilled. I will be productive. I will be remembered. These are the things I have control over and these are the choices I’ve made.
What choice are you going to make? Comment below and tell me.