I hear the vacuum running outside my bedroom door, back and forth, back and forth as Baylee earns the seven dollars from Max for doing his chore. The puppy, Wanda, barks playfully, and the gentle tap tap tap of the hammer keeps the rhythm of the house as Max chisels out a home for our new deadbolt to rest.Continue reading “Clean Room. Day 151.”
Dr. Filas, my professor at Westfield State who taught me about memoir writing, said, “It doesn’t have to be exact. You can paraphrase or embellish if you need to.”
Although I am not against the practice of embellished dialogue for some, I will not use it in my writing. Some conversations stick in my mind, but others are foggy, so I will say “I have said” or “He may have said.” The exact details are important to me, so I will not say definitively that something was said if it was not.Continue reading “Starting to Forget. Day 143.”
Yesterday was an important memoir day. Instead of talking about my future plans and intentions, I actually did something. I’m an awesome planner and dreamer, but following through on personal goals, not professional, can make me struggle at times.Continue reading “Feeling Motivated. Day 123.”
My memoir is a mess!
Today I will organize it so it makes more sense to me. When I opened it up yesterday, I became overwhelmed with how disorganized it was. The table of contents doesn’t align with the chapters, and I have added notes in different folders that I need to find cozy homes for.
I consider this forward progression. So, that’s what I will do today. I will begin to stop talking about it, and take action.
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My boys, with their hard work and generosity, pitched in and gifted me with a new laptop for Christmas. I was so overdue for one, but did not expect it. I am completely grateful and having a blast with this new fancy-pants device. (It has a lighted keyboard!)Continue reading “I’ll Never Finish this Memoir. Day 121.”
I’m 47 and am unashamed to say that if Twilight is on, I will watch it. I’m not sure if the timing of the movie aligned with the sequence of events of my life, or if I plain old like the concept and story. A forbidden love story to me has always been the blood to my thirst, and I read the books first, so I just had to watch the movies. The books don’t have the cringy moments the movies tend to display, yet I still became semi-hooked to them. I have a hard time avoiding Robert Pattinson and his inhibition to be strange. (If you don’t agree, check him and Willem Dafoe out in the movie, Lighthouse. It’s very, very odd.) Twilight’s storyline distracts viewers from everyday life trials because it’s unrealistic. Also, the author fascinates me.Continue reading “Stephenie Meyer. Day 54.”