I started writing a book about my family a few months after my brother was diagnosed with his brain tumor in late 2006. Last night I held the first public reading for him, our mother and a couple of friends. I spent about eight or ten months writing, with the most intense period covering December and January of this year, and spent the remaining time since then making a few separate editing passes, identifying potential agents, decompressing and then having my girlfriend read and review it. My brother also contributed several chapters, which I was glad he agreed to do, and got better as he kept doing it. He showed some real insight, too.
I believe this thing is ready to share with other people now. I’ll start writing and emailing agents and publishers soon, and I saw last night as the official kickoff. I’d sent little bits of the book to friends, but never this much. I write for a living anyway, but this is the first book I’ve finished and unlike most of the other stuff I’ve written, this was done how I wanted it, not for an employer. It’s been wonderful and I wanted to share that.