Yesterday a terrible thing happened. I got up, got my daughter to school, did a couple errands, and came home to write my poem for the workshop I’m doing and work on my memoir before heading to the gym to work out with my trainer, but when I got home and opened my computer….nothing. I [...]

Some writers are natural titlers. I am not one of them. Whenever I see a clever title I am filled with admiration and envy. I mean, The Grapes of Wrath? Damn, that’s good. And how about To Kill a Mockingbird? Or “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock“? I could go on all day with [...]

I’ve been wanting and intending to write a memoir for three or four years now, but as I mentioned a few posts ago, it took me until now to actually begin. Not because I didn’t have time. Not because I didn’t have material–if anything, I have too much  material. I could probably write three or [...]

One of the negatives about having a really juicy story to tell–especially a childhood story–is that the juicy bits usually involve other people behaving badly. And the other people are very frequently parents, grandparents, or others of close relationship. I’m sure it’s no surprise to anyone reading this that when you start writing all the [...]

It is day 7 of NaNoWriMo (day 5 for me, since I came in late) and I have written just over 10,000 words. What I didn’t mention in my previous post is that I’m not actually writing a novel, but rather a memoir. A memoir I’ve been meaning to write for years, but never got [...]

I’ve been back for a few days now, and meant to update here, but as soon as I returned I decided to sign up for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month, for those who don’t know, where the goal is to write a 50,000-word novel during the month of November) and now I have very little [...]