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This is a roundabout story of one family who's traveled the trails from dust, to dirt, to the fast lane. I happen to be the teller of our tales. Thanks for joining us for the trip.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Southern Bypass Comes to Life

Recently, my husband had shoulder replacement.
I'd heard the recovery would be tough, long, and would require lots of help from someone, like me. I knew I would be pretty near home and antsy for at least a month as I tended the recovering Don and his new shoulder. What would I do with all that at-home time? The answer was, "Finish your book, Southern Bypass."
 I had let it lie fallow for a year and a half with a copy on a disc and one in my computer. Its destiny was incomplete until I found a way to get it into the hard copy I'd originally planned  in the process of covering these long trails. My goal for my nursing free -time was set. But how?
About the time of the surgery, I happened to be in a group of  friends who gather regularly to discuss life and philosophy. One of the women is a life coach who has just published a book, Inspired and Prosperous. She told me about a self-publisher she had used, one that allowed lots of leeway in editing, assistance if wanted, and at the end,  a hard copy edition made available on Amazon. Create Space is the on-line company I immediately investigated.  I needed that missing piece of the puzzle and there it was, right on time. I had my publisher and way to accomplish my goal. I could get the seven copies I wanted to give my grandchildren and I had the time to do the final editing.
Having said that, I have completed the book and have it on Amazon. It has mistakes. There's a period in the middle of a sentence. There's a period beside an exclamation mark. And I'm sure a myriad more. But it's done and I worked hard to get it to this place. It's been a four year project, maybe five counting the hours I put into dusting letters and sorting documents. Was it worth it?
Yes. For me, yes. Eventually, for my grandchildren and children, maybe. My daughter has read part of it as she helped in proofing a copy and she told me she feels like she knows my grandmother, Nannie, for the first time. And likes her! Nannie would love that, and she would have loved Meriwether.   I had the same reaction as my daughter throughout the unraveling of my ancestors' lives. I got to know them and understand them. So,yes. It was a worthwhile effort if only for me. However, I sense congratulations from the women whose lives I covered in this chronicle. When I pass my great-great grandmother's  portrait,  I'm almost certain I see a slight nod of approval and a tiny wink of an eye.