I have been working on two writing projects lately, one of them being the completion of my memoir. It has taken years to get to the point where I'm at with it now. I feel like it will take a bit longer still, but to be making progress is gratifying. I have been creating this time line, that the book follows. It's been quite a process, but basically I just sit and try to remember all these details of events by just recalling one memory at a time and expanding on it, which will usually lead to another memory. The result: a big piece of plexiglass like paper, covered in memories scribbled on post it notes in chronological order. It's a bit intimidating to look at all at once. I was definitely a very "active" teenager, and trying to recall every little detail of all my shenanigans takes some skill. It's also often a bit hard recalling memories of events that bear a tragic undertone. It's almost like a process of desensitization is necessary to deal with digging up all this crap.
The second project I am working on is a 'zine, a bit less stressful to work on, and doesn't have any depressing subject matter, so it is a good balance to the memoir.
I think I may head out to the coffee shop, do some writing there, since my house is cold and uninspiring at the moment. A latte should do the trick. It's like instant inspiration.
