Tried writing a book about my grandma's stories and gave up after 20 pages
I always wanted to write a book about my grandma's life in Galveston. Last year, I sat down and tried, but I got stuck after about 20 pages. I thought I had to make it perfect and gave up. Then, I read those pages to my mom, and she cried, saying she'd forgotten half those details. It wasn't about being a writer, it was about saving those memories. Has anyone else had a project that meant more to someone else than you thought?
But what are we really saving them for? I've got boxes of old photos that just sit in a closet. It feels good to have them, but if they're never looked at, are they still doing their job?