I still struggle with this blog’s identity. When I started writing about four years ago, I categorized myself as a book blogger. I absolutely loved to read and I thought that writing book reviews (and other such literary posts) would be a way to focus my consistent writing efforts. But then life happened… and while I still love to read, I have learned that I also have other interests that seem to demand a voice. I am grateful to those of you who have chosen to continue to read my feeble words throughout these personal struggles, and I hope to find a rhythm to these posts in the very near future.
In the meantime…. here is a literary post that will give you some insight to my current obsession. Can you notice a pattern here? I feel almost compelled to start writing a memoir, or at the very least, a collection of family memories. I’m not quite sure if this is related to turning 50 years old and knowing that I have lived more than half my life – or if it is related to the fact that all the “grandparents” have passed away and I am now matriarch of the family – or perhaps if it has to do with the old adage, “write what you know” and the only subject that I really know is me (or do I? Isn’t the discovery of self a lifetime process? But I suppose that is the topic of a different blog post all together). But whatever the reason, I have an overwhelming desire to start writing memories and I am trying to learn the best way to do that.
But at this point and time I feel as though I have read enough. If I am going to write memories then I need to … well… write. Just sit down and put pen to paper (or as the case may be .. utilize the journal writing website Penzu or perhaps the Scrivener writing software). Do I think I have lived a life that others would find worth reading? Absolutely not. My life is about as boring as a slice of white bread… but I harbor the idea that perhaps someday my children – or perhaps my grandchildren – might like to connect to the stories of their past and at this point, I am the only one who can provide that. Am I the best writer for this particular task? Absolutely not. But I am here and I am now and I am willing.
I hope to start this endeavor sooner rather than later (that is… tomorrow…) But I know at the very least I will begin the process this summer. I have already enrolled in the July offering of a Spiritual Journaling class at the Iowa Summer Writing Festival … and while I am very much intimidated to share my writing with others, I am also very excited to begin this next step in my writing endeavors. In fact, I am so excited by the prospect of this new adventure that I may even enroll in the Travel Writing course offered in June. I have harbored this dream of writing a travel memoir where the photograph that is “worth a thousand words” is accompanied by an essay of 1,500 words to create a complete short story narrative. How cool would that be: to marry my love of photography, travel and writing into one cohesive project?!
Yes, the future is bright and I am excited. Life is indeed good.