1560–70; < French mémoire < Latin memoria
2a. journal, recollections, reminiscences.
So now we are thinking of:
1. maybe meeting every other week and writing memoirs together.
YOU wouldn’t have to write on a memoir.
YOU could write on your novel.
All this has to happen AFTER the conference (www.wifyr.com). By then I HAVE to be settled or I can’t do it. But let’s pretend I find a place soon, move in, prepare for the conference and etc.
2. I am getting ready (at 10 am–in just a few minutes) to try something I am not sure will work.
But if you would all think good thoughts, pray, chant, whatever you do for others.
I need this concentrated effort because I am getting ready to do something I have never done before.
It has to do with praying, and praying that I can get a home, and it’s sort of selfish.
I can’t explain more–but it has to do with my dream home.
3. JULY WARNING
I know July is a month of parties, hot weather, resting from Writing and Illustrating for Young Readers, traveling and etc. But I think we will be ready for our next marathon when that month rolls around.
Not sure yet if we will take the month, a week, a few days or what. But I am letting you know now.
So mark July.
Cross out the 4 and 24 (if you are in Utah).
Start thinking of your goals. How will you work around family travels? What do you most want to accomplish?
We’ll be writing together. And, I think, reading together.
And to end, here’s an interview all about me by a fellow VCFA graduate, Ginger Johnson, who is very cute, a great writer and a terrific dancer.
Filed under Exercises, three thing thursday
No one sent any of their writing exercises in, so there is no need to share.
I wonder, should we even try these anymore?
I happened upon a very interesting thing as I wrote my speech for the Outstanding Achievement Award that was given to me by LDS Storymakers.
(By the way, this honor blew my mind. I never expected it. There are many, many people who could win this. Many great people who have won–like Rick Walton–last year.)
So, while I was writing what I would say (because you know in advance about this) I figured out why I write for kids.
The truth is, I have a very 12-yr-old voice.
I remember parts of when I was twelve.
And, while I won’t share it here, when I was writing this acceptance speech I knew the MOMENT I became twelve forever.
How the world was upside down because two important people in my life were both so ill. Both in hospitals. One in Orlando. One in Daytona. We lived in Longwood, right in the middle between these two hospitals that were more than 56 miles apart.
My family and I would drive back and forth, after I got out of school, nearly every day to see these loved ones.
I must have been tired.
Because one day my best friend Vickie Finlay said, “You shouldn’t be going every day. This isn’t something a kid should be doing.”
I can’t remember what classroom we were sitting in. But she turned around in her seat to tell me that. “Carol. Only your mom should be doing that.”
Have any of you ever felt like writing a memoir?
I know my dear friend Claudia Mills has. In fact she has an amazing first line that makes you laugh and feel sorrow at the same time. She is a terrific writer.
Anyway, some days, I think, ‘Should I tell my story? Do I make it official? Do I have enough memories? Do I want those memories coming back?’
I’m not sure.
Plus, there is this fact: I know my truth seeps out and into my writing.
Do I need anything more?
Here’s another thing: The Olivers–that line Nanny came from–could hold a grudge forever.
I have tried to not do that because I mostly love people, but there have been a few individuals, a handful, that I have gotten angry with and kept the fury-flame a-burning because that person–who probably never thinks about me–deserves my fury. For example, the woman who has caused me so much grief these past two months.
I should be angry with her!
I have no place to live!
And she’s the kind of person who would walk around Macey’s grocery store in her wedding dress and not buy anything. (I know this for a fact.)
(PS I have decided to stay angry a little longer. I will let this go when I am no longer panicked about where we will go. I will stop my Southern Turnip Curse when all my stuff has been safely placed in my forever home. I will quit telling others what I hope happens to this woman once we move to a good place. I promise!)
these grudges aren’t so great.
One of my family members hasn’t spoken to me–really spoken to me–in more than sixteen years.
And now her children, who meant the world to me–haven’t spoken to me in several years. Not one of them.
I am missing out on their lives.
Yes, this story, bits of it will wind up in books.
I think of how Ann Dee adores her mom.
That’s the way life should be.
I guess what I am saying is, even more important than all the books I have published or all the awards–and I have been very, very proud of these things–is who I am on the inside and my children. In the end, no books will circle my deathbed. Only my children and their families will. The Chosen One will not kiss me goodbye. Carolina Autumn will not hold my hand. Waiting will not tell me to “Go toward the light.”
Only my girls will.
Plus maybe my best friends (I have a few).
This will be my reward.
So I must do better. At all of it.
(Except the couple of grudge holding bits)
Filed under CLW, Depression, Family