Some time ago, I met half of my family for the first time, and said goodbye to the other half for the last time. It was a traumatic, life changing period of my life, and one that became a turning point in many ways. I started to try and make sense of everything, and as a result, I suppose I was trying to make sense of me. Anyway, to the point of this post. I started to write my life story for want of a better description. It was really an exercise in self analysis rather than anything else, but it worked as a good form of therapy at the time, along with the real therapy of course. Now, I tucked it all away, in what I thought was a semi finished state, and forgot all about it up until today. I read an article about self publishing, and found a few interesting companies...One of these does a nifty little online application (and yes...you guessed it..an iPhone app too), so I uploaded what I had written so far, and was surprised to see that I had written over 30,000 words. This is roughly four or five chapters short of being finished. Now, having re-read some of it, I am wondering of one last push might be worthwhile. I’m also wondering whether anyone would bother to read it, or more importantly I suppose, find it interesting. I feel I ought to make the effort really.
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