The Answer

I’m signed up for a working writers’ conference this weekend in which I’m suppose to bring a fresh idea for a book. The objective is to storyboard the concept and craft a book proposal. Days pass and here I sit with a bushel of half-finished projects. I cannot justify starting another one.

My best friend insists I bring my memoir, the first book I began almost five years ago. At the time, I was sure God wanted me to write a book about my story, which was hidden away in journals. I envisioned others benefiting from my experience, strength, and hope, as the Twelve-step Recovery so aptly describes. Yet, last night I read another article on memoir writing and cringed at my lack of expertise.

I keep beseeching God for the answer. “Lord, which project do I bring? What should I publish first? Please tell me where to go from here with my writing!”

Silence, awkward silence, as if He knows I’m not ready for the answer. Surely, I think, He knows that winding my way through this publishing maze is not easy. My patience wears threadbare with remaining strands threatening to snap.

 

Last night’s strange little dream reminded me of my hearty Italian heritage:

“Made from the sweat of two hands.”

An old tin bucket and two pieces of white soap with dark blue stripes down the middle accompanied this message in the dream.

I awoke thinking about my Great-grandma Marinucci’s tenacity and endurance. This hard-working Italian immigrant came to America with two small children.

She worked hard to carve a life out of this strange new world. The challenge lies before me of extending my family lineage in a way that would make Great-grandma proud. I wondered how often she stopped to ask, “What’s next?” And if she did, I doubted she paused for very long.

Yesterday, I pulled eight journals out of an old rusty filing cabinet. Each had dates scrawled across the cover.

I stacked them in sequential order and opened the one on top reading the following:

“I want to give hope. That God is with you in your darkest nightmare. He is with you in the storm.”

I organized the journals in that filing cabinet almost five years ago but never had the courage to read them until now. Maybe they hold the answer.

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About JoDee Luna

“I’m lost in a love affair with portrait painting!” JoDee Luna confesses. This author, artist, and educator describes herself as a creative eclectic due to her diverse history, multiple talents, and various career pursuits. She enjoys a host of creative expressions: mixed media, mask making, floral designing, photography, sculpture, and gardening. JoDee believes the creative process infuses her with the courage to try on new artistic identities, take inspired risks, and explore imaginative ideas. She seeks to share her insights with others through her book, Refrain from the Identical: Insight and Inspiration for Creative Eclectics and website by the same name, http://refrainfromtheidentical.com. Both provide helpful tips and inspiration for artistic multi-taskers, those who enjoy various forms of artistic expression.
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6 Responses to The Answer

  1. Herding Cats says:

    I don’t know your whole story, but I do believe it deserves to be told (gathering from what I’ve read here and there). I say go for it!

    • JoDee Luna says:

      Amanda, I think you’re right. My story does deserves to be told, whether or the publishing world thinks so. If only for the good of my soul and to fulfill the request of my daughter, I’m going to finish this memoir. Thanks for the vote of confidence!

  2. Linda Eubanks says:

    Grandma Marinucci would be proud to know that you have come so far, overcome so much and now lead others through their own mazes. Write it; it deserves to be read.

    • JoDee Luna says:

      Linda, I’m going to do this whether or not it kills me. What a poetic way to write what is in my heart to do, “…now lead others through their own mazes.” Beautifully written, as always. I just wish I would stop waking up feeling like I can’t see the forest from the trees.

      • Linda Eubanks says:

        Read a great Marcel Proust quote:

        “Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.”

        Don’t be afraid to confront the memories. You are now approaching them from a place of safety, love and support.

      • JoDee Luna says:

        That’s so true but my mind and heart often fails to align with what’s true. Nevertheless, I will venture into these uncharted lands of soul. Thank you for your support, wisdom, and prayers.

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