Anyone here written a book/memoirs etc??

[ben1]

Hi all,

Does anyone on here actually written a book/memoirs. I have just been diagnosed and wish to write a book for my daughter/wife to read. Any examples would be fab!

Thanks

Ben

[Lynne K]

Hi Ben. Sorry that you've had to join us on this scary journey. I'm not writing a book but thinking of doing a journal to let my family read later. I have had spells every now and then of keeping a journal but I destroyed all of my old ones a year or so ago. Good luck with writing your book. Lynne

[Guest]

Yes I have. I was lucky enough to be offered help with it through weldmars art therapy. I really enjoyed doing it. I did my memories and started right at the beginning with my parents then through to current day and my journey into life with mnd.

[shrew]

I started a daily journal when my Husband was diagnosed. I write in it every day, just whats happened etc and my feelings

[Guest]

I have been keeping a journal since I had a stroke 20 years ago. I find it very therapeutic in helping to organize my thoughts.

I have also written two novels.

[ben1]

i want to but dont know where to start. any advice/tips?

[Guest]

I just started jotting down memories in a note book first.

[Sueb]

Steve has written his family story and written poems about his thoughts and feelings on this journey. It helps him to get it all out of his head.

Sue

[Barry52]

Hi Ben,

Sorry I didn't reply to your post about reading my story. If you pm me your email address I will reply with the link.

Best wishes,
Barry

[TerryLewis]

Started writing poetry and memoirs a couple of years ago. I'm a mentor of students research groups and lecturer at The University Health Center Texas A&M University-Corpus Christi, so I'm planning to use some examples from my memoirs and and personal essays in a new medical training course. Not sure if poems will be appropriate here, but perhaps, I could use those as an illustration how we can support people affected by MND.

It was my first poem years back:
A wheelchair,
My daughter is sipping the water,
I know what she's thinking about...
Her diamonds've been scattered around.
The glass,
It's fragile like her little arms,
I read her stories, she wouldn't mind.
It's only hope that is not left behind.