In Recovery

I made it. I'm here.

Last week's writing marathon was grueling, but it felt so good. I don't think I'll ever run a marathon, but now I sort of understand why marathoners continue to go back for more (don't pile on me, lovers-of-exercise). In a week's time I pulled a few all-nighters and kept myself writing, editing, re-writing no matter how tired I felt. I knew I had to get to the end. Sunday night I started to come down with the crud, which has made its way around our entire family AND TeamCatherine. Pushing through to finish the partial manuscript and proposal while my skull was filling with painful, nasty gunk may have done me in. I haven't been able to think straight since! But it was worth it. There is this huge chunk of my work out there now, and my work is fully represented by a fantastic and energetic literary agent.

So yes, this book project is a real thing now. It's really real. There's no turning back. There's also no room to pause and to think because, as some of you know and some of you may have figured out by now, I'm a chronic overthinker. Now is the time to just do. 

Now this thing about my brain being a bit foggy... it was okay Tuesday, when I was supposed to go to Charleston after submitting my materials. A little bit of fog-brain is to be expected after hitting a big deadline like that. Then yesterday, still feeling an other-worldly haze around my synapses, I started getting really annoyed. I didn't start clicking along until it was time to get ready for my parents' 50th anniversary party. Now, today, I'm just getting starting to connect one thought to another at 3:45pm. 

This just won't do!

Anyhow, we had a wonderful time celebrating my parents, who were married Dec. 18, 1964 in Nashville, TN. One of our close family friends put a lovely formal dinner together to celebrate them, and they were as radiant as the day they were hitched.

Some friends of my parents had photographer Cecil Williams render this portrait from a photograph taken soon after they were married.

Some friends of my parents had photographer Cecil Williams render this portrait from a photograph taken soon after they were married.

I was able to get up and speak for a moment, so I shared the story of their meeting, adapted from the book:

A semester or two later my Uncle Tee helped Mom get a job as an EKG tech at Meharry Medical College, where he was chief of dermatology and a baby-faced, bespectacled Alabama kid was finishing his residency. Mom, who barely had one foot out of her teenage years, saw no reason to pay the chief resident much attention when he’d enter the room, brazenly giving orders. He found it maddening. Having finished high school at age fifteen, the chief resident took extra care to maintain the respect of his older peers, who found Mom’s indifference to him pretty funny. The chief resident ended up making a bet that he would not only get my mother to finally utter more than two words in his direction, but he would also convince her to go on a date with him. No one believed he’d win that bet, but a week later everyone on campus witnessed my mother and father having their first date in the school cafeteria.
— From my nonfiction narrative/memoir manuscript, title to be revealed another time...