Slice of Life: Day 14
I’ve been listening to William Zinsser’s On Writing Well. Today he mentioned the importance of brevity. In that spirit, here is my post for today:
Parenting is hard.
I’ll see you tomorrow,
rg
P.S. In keeping with the spirit
of keeping in the spirit (sorry, William), I don’t want to disrespect our March
challenge. So, I will write a second post. But in actuality, I feel it will be one
of the longest post-scripts you’ve ever read – or considered reading. Or looked
at by accident before exiting my blog.
No hard feelings. For now.
I enjoy questions asking to ponder
the past. We’re all a product of our choices, and sometimes a trip (or fall)
down memory lane reveals why we are who we are. Sometimes, it gives us a
greater appreciation for the people composed of the memory. They may even
extract fun arguments because we all seem to remember the same incidences in
different ways. For example, my brothers and I disagree whether or not I, who
was in a hurry to get somewhere, kicked in the garage door on a Thursday, which may or may
not have prompted my mom to call the police.
The incident in question did not
happen. At all. On a Thursday. It happened on a Friday. However, we agree that
it was on a Sunday when my mom picked me up from my weekend trip when she shared
the delightful news the Lancaster police were at our house. It was the same
Sunday I told her it was me and not a burglar and that I may or
may not have kicked a second door in solidifying the decision to call the local
authorities. See? Good times.
Along with novels, short stories
and screenplays, one goal is to write a memoir. Similar in style to Stephen
King’s On Writing, I’d like to use my childhood memories as examples to
teach writing. I have learned a lot during my MA program. I’m a teacher at
heart, so this endeavor only makes sense. It needs to stand apart from other books
– whether it garners any sales or not. Josh Wilker wrote a brilliant and funny
memoir relating baseball cards to his life growing up. Such a great idea. I wish I had thought of it.
My list names all of the moments
that I believe inspired my journey as a writer. Christoper Vogler already has a
book called, The Writer’s Journey, so, in keeping with the spirit of
keeping with the spirit, I will name my book, The Journey’s Writer.
I have gotten off track of what I
wanted to write about for this post-script. I wanted to share a list of questions
to ask yourself to recall childhood memories, believing they are beneficial for
memoirs, so-called writer’s block and character depth for fictional stories – something
my memoir would explain further.
I’ll save those for another post but will conclude by sharing some of the moments that put me on a writer’s
path. Again, I will use another post to delve into the details.
· The Wizard of Oz – It played once a year. It
started at 8 and ended at 11. Staying up late was never more fun. And
frightening.
·
Back to the Future – Dude! I was nine in 1985, so I
know I didn’t understand everything. I didn’t need to. All I had to know is the
DeLorean was a freaking fantastic time machine, and Marty almost got stuck in
the past. An element of time travel, like cabins, often emerges in my stories.
· A Christmas Carol – I watched the 1984 version
with George C. Scott every year. It was my first experience witnessing the
ever-necessary element of character change in a story.
· Paul Harvey – No explanation needed. You know
(the rest of) the story.
More to come. Thank you for
reading.
Dream Out Loud,
rg
1 comment:
I appreciate how your writing mind hops, skips, and jumps around in this slice, the crafty free associations, the sliding with deceptive casualness through time.
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