I’ve started a new writing project:
a memoir about growing up at my grandma Mimi’s house. I don’t have the idea
entirely solidified, but I’m thinking it will be a collection of poetry and
essays about key moments of my growing up that involved my dear grandma and
being at her house. I have so many fond memories with her. And I may also tell
a bit about her life as a young woman and mother in the 50s, etc. I’ve only
been jotting down ideas and notes…until today.
See, I’m one of the featured
writers for our Writer’s Group this month, which means I have to submit
something to the other members for review. I’m really trying hard to be a
better group member and not be like a slacker college student (see previous
blog). Today while Westly napped (a particularly long nap, which was nice), I
managed to crank out 4 pages of a rough draft of my memoir for the Writer’s
Group.
And I’m feeling good about it.
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