But there's a problem.
I just can't judge the writing about the college years. Is it good? Is it bad? Who knows? Not me.
My memories bring up such strong feelings that when I re-read my writing about them, I can't tell if the memories or the writing are triggering my responses.
Even worse: the novel also imagines a situation in which the heroine meets her college boyfriend again, years later, in an unexpected way. It's all so real in my imagination--I mean, the potential that I actually could meet my real ex again in an unexpected way, something I never imagined before writing this book--that I get downright anxious reviewing my own work. And, again, I can't tell if the writing is genuinely suspenseful and intriguing, or if I'm just wigging out inside my own head and emotions.
Even worse worse: I'm getting so anxious and heart-pumpy that I can't bring myself to actually write the pivotal reunion scene. I've written about five deferrals now: they see each other, but an actual conversation has been delayed, and deferred, and interrupted, and ... you see where this is going. Writing a story that hits so close to home has proven difficult, in short.
This will be a challenge for the writing group, it seems. They have superpowers. They can help!