The Driving Force Behind My Book

As I look out the window at a field scattered with horses, I found myself doodling on a blank piece of paper. These animals had become the bane of my life—yet were my wife's love and joy. Two people so far apart... I wondered how it had come to this. I realized what I had scribbled were, in reality, chapter titles that chronicled this unforeseen journey of mine. At the time, I had no intention of putting words behind each chapter. It was simply my attempt to empty my mind of these events. Every time I watered the horses or fixed a fence, my heart pounded heavily. I was furious and I felt defeated. As I would spew out the latest incident to my friends, they would listen with mouths agape, and then burst into laughter (of course, if they were in my boots, they would not be laughing). It was this stunned laughter that got me to put pen to paper. Could my tales of grief make people laugh and be my therapy? Thus began my memoir. www.timothyparsel.com