Is it ok to ask for it? I am working very hard at writing my fathers story. I've been working many hours each day and right now it just seems/feels like...nothing makes sense. It is such a complicated thing to write. I think I finally got a handle on how to do it but I don't know if anyone else will be able to follow it. I am writing it from my perspective.
My father gave me letters he wrote to his folks during WWII. Through this, I found out that he worked for Naval Intelligence breaking a code called Katakana. He worked on a submarine at both Okinawa and Iwo Jima, using a very secret antenna that allowed the cryptanalyst team to receive code while submerged. The book is about my discoverieng this, reading the letters and and going on a journey with my dad, one that would take us from barely knowing each other, through denial, surges of memory and severe PTSD. Ultimately it would take us back to the beach where he met his friend Mal. Mal died in my fathers arms and we had a long-overdue (61 years)memorial service for him in Hawaii a few weeks ago.
Anyway- It is all just so difficult and so slow moving at times. I have made a goal, posted in the Goals thread, of finishing this book by the end of March. It's time. I've been working on it off and on for five years. I've written and rewritten from different angles, all too complicated to make a readable story. Now I think I have something but it all seems so IMPOSSIBLE. I mean I want to get his/my story out there but really, who cares?
Do I sound discouraged? I am. I admit it. I am.
Lavinia
My father gave me letters he wrote to his folks during WWII. Through this, I found out that he worked for Naval Intelligence breaking a code called Katakana. He worked on a submarine at both Okinawa and Iwo Jima, using a very secret antenna that allowed the cryptanalyst team to receive code while submerged. The book is about my discoverieng this, reading the letters and and going on a journey with my dad, one that would take us from barely knowing each other, through denial, surges of memory and severe PTSD. Ultimately it would take us back to the beach where he met his friend Mal. Mal died in my fathers arms and we had a long-overdue (61 years)memorial service for him in Hawaii a few weeks ago.
Anyway- It is all just so difficult and so slow moving at times. I have made a goal, posted in the Goals thread, of finishing this book by the end of March. It's time. I've been working on it off and on for five years. I've written and rewritten from different angles, all too complicated to make a readable story. Now I think I have something but it all seems so IMPOSSIBLE. I mean I want to get his/my story out there but really, who cares?
Do I sound discouraged? I am. I admit it. I am.
Lavinia
