When I decided to write a blog over two years ago, I, of course, struggled a bit with what to name it. I like words, and I like kitsch. I was creating Write Well University at the time, and I loved the play on words between Write Well U and Write Well Me.
Write Well Me it was. Even though I got ribbed several times about the ungrammatical nature of the title. Well, it was one person doing the ribbing several times. Thanks, Mike. :) Other people thought it was clever, and to this day I still love the title. (And, hey, the domain name was available. Who would have thunk it?)
So Write Well Me was just a clever word play with Write Well U. There was also the idea that I (me) write well. Decision made and not thought of since.
Until now. I've had some medical issues come up, and I know, absolutely know, that they're related to writing my novel. Yesterday I found out that we can rule out really serious causes, but the problems are still there.
As I was driving to the doctor yesterday, all the worst case scenarios went through my head. I told that voice to shut up, but one thing came out clear. If worst case came about, the first thing I would do to make myself healthy would be to finish the book.
Worst case scenario did not come about (as it rarely does), but I still was left with the conviction to finish the book. Not that I ever doubted it, but I haven't been working on it as religiously as I could have. (Of course, things like BEA and eWomen Network Conference are really good excuses.)
I have to get this book done. Writing it is causing mental and physical distress. Now, I could choose to not write it, but that doesn't feel like an option either. Not writing it would cause even more mental distress, and maybe more physical problems. Writing this book will get me well. So Write Well Me becomes write to get myself well.
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