Afterword: What It Felt Like To Write That. - Tamara Like Camera
This post references the writing and completion of my month-long, 20-part, completely and utterly true epic love story of meeting the father of my two-year-old daughter and my unborn son. The entire story can be found here: Episodes One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty.. Hello, again. I’m back even though I was totally here the whole time, telling my story in my present voice, writing it as I posted it. Everything said by the me of now. The reflections, nearly eight years after we started our courtship. I wrote this story now because after I delivered the news of the sex of the baby, I realized I would have 3-4 months of space before having a baby and potentially losing the time and inspiration to write this. Also, I really want to write about my baby when he comes. I’m sure you’ll probably be a bit curious to meet him, right? I know I am. Enough about him. I’ve been asked to describe what writing this story felt like. And I often find my mouth forming the same words: It was like natural childbirth. Sure I … Continue reading →