When I finished my MFA a little more than a month ago, I was lucky enough to receive a Minnesota State Arts Board Grant to finish my memoir about serving in Iraq. Sure, easy as that. Write a book. Find an agent. Win the lottery.

I am paralyzed by the enormity of this project. Each new agent-rejection stings more than I expect it to.

At least, by writing this blog, I feel like I do remember how to put sentences together. I can describe the world around me. If I can’t successfully write a book yet maybe that’s ok.