"Letters from Blitz," The Painful Journey

It's so difficult to tell the story of someone you loved who left much too soon. It's always much too soon.

I'm totally stuck, dumbfounded. Words can't break through the sadness of it all. Every recollection brings tears to my eyes; not the torrent kind, but the ballooning kind that puffs up and doesn't slide down my cheeks. As of December 11, 2017 I've written a little over 115,000 words. It's normal to write double that amount in much less time, when tears don't blur your vision. Tightening up should make it a 70,000 to 80,000 words novel or around 250 pages. I hope I can get to the target soon.