I’ve been working on Fondly, a strange novel blending fiction and the past three years of my life, covering love, loss and mental illness, among other things, presented in a non-linear timeline.
It’s a challenge. Bigger than I thought. It’s an emotional challenge.
I have to go back and relive these moments, good and bad. I have to put myself back there, and remember how I felt, which means I have to feel it all over again.
It’s painful. A part of me wants to stop. Throw it all away.
But I simply can’t. This is what I know, lived—the moments that brought me here.
For better or worse, this was my life.
So I keep on writing, remembering, reliving.
Either I’m going to create an honest work of fiction, or find myself back in therapy…