Just sent the following note to a friend this morning. Had to share it with you because I made myself laugh out loud. 
Yes, I am ACTUALLY writing today. Yes, writing my book. Of course I have been researching and compiling and making detailed notes, but I am writing paragraphs and saving them to my hard drive. This is it. This is the book.
Damn, I have to admit that it's scary. Real scary. It's as though I have just made a committment, signed a contract, made some sort of huge move. Hard to describe. It's like, this is it kiddo. Sink or swim. Do or die. Hmmm. Makes one think.
So.... here I sit and sigh. I'm really doing this I say to myself. It's no longer an idea, an infatuation, or synapse sparking in my brain. I'm going for it. Egad! I've never done anything like this. Can I do it? Ya, I can, but I feel like I'm jumping into another world or league of folks who are waiting to pounce on me! LOL!!!! I picture it like this; a floating panel of judges with long white beards and long flowing white robes looking down on me and saying in a booming chorus of voices, "So you think you can play with us? ha-ha-ha-ha!"
I have to do this to make myself laugh. Yes, I am smiling. This is fun, but scary. Yes back to that word. It's one thing to write about your own life, but to try and write about a group of men who experienced so much. Whew!
Well I'm not getting anything done by writing to you, but heck, it's an outlet and I guess that's worth something.
Not so fluently yours,
M
Proud Daughter of Walter (Monday) Poniedzialek
540th Engineer Combat Regiment, 2833rd Bn, H&S Co, 4th Platoon
There's "No Bridge Too Far"