It takes minimal skill. It's careless. It's the furthest thing from graceful.
But fellow author and preeclampsia survivor, Lauren Ward Larsen, made it sound downright spectacular in a blog post she wrote about Shelly (with a shout out to WHYLTS) recently.
I'll post a link at the bottom of this page, but first let me tell you a little about Lauren.
Around the time I had already written a rough draft of my full manuscript, but still had no idea what the hell I was doing, Shelly's dad sent me a book called Zuzu's Petals. It was signed by the author:
Write that book! You have a wonderful story to share and through your words Shelly will continue to inspire others. --Lauren
You probably think I immediately dove into Zuzu's Petals, right? But no, there was no cannonball. I knew this book was about Lauren's struggle to live after going through what Shelly did. I wasn't sure I was ready for that. (Funny thing, I know a lot of you felt that way about my book.) I knew in my heart that Shelly suffered. We all did. There's an added level of grief when you know you can't say the typical, "Well, at least she didn't feel any pain." Because she did. She felt a lot of pain.
But eventually, I dipped a toe in. And then another. And before I knew it, I had freaking belly-flopped right into Lauren's life. While there are some parts that will destroy you and make you cry like an adult-sized baby, Lauren writes in a tone that still seems light-hearted. Not only did I get through the book, I knew I'd never forget it.
Sometimes, it takes nearly dying to learn how to live.
Please check out Lauren's blog post: "What Would Shelly Do?"