What’s up with me? Writing Moby-Dick poems. Keeping these old bones warm. Looking wistfully out the window for some real snow. Creating sentence fragments. Trying to fix my memoir image, as it keeps showing up backwards. Eep.
My memoir is finished! It took 14 years (1996-2010) to write a five-book, three-genre autobiography. In the past 4 years, I’ve published 4/5. So I won’t have the entire series published by the end of my 50th year (2014), but I’m feeling more elated about what’s done than that which has yet to be accomplished.
Three days into National Novel Writing Month, I’ve written a few pages of novella and six Moby-Dick poems. After being sick for most of October, I feel a need to catch up a bit; fortunately my mind is cooperating. Anyhow, here’s the Amazon link. Click on the Copyright link to read the “Intro.” rather than “First Pages” (which aren’t helpful in representing the book taken out of context. The book is about my life’s work, more of a social commentary than one of those “please hug my inner child” memoirs :-)
I’ve been busy with final edits on my memoir; HCP contest’s impending close (deadline is Wednesday). Check out MA October highlights on my New England arts site (an extension of this blog) Words Happening?!
Woo hoo! I’ve finally finished my memoir. Now back to fiction writing. It’s amazing how much the medicine for my back has helped my writing. I can concentrate better. I actually sleep for more than a few hours at a time. I can sit in a chair typing for a few hours. Amazing difference.
Writing fiction today by hand. Not typing much of it though. Finally found a neuropathy medicine that works, but it makes me foggy til about 3-5pm. Then I get a big burst of pain-free energy and toss in a load of laundry while making dinner and maybe writing or typing. Then I start winding down again. I’m like a dusk-time vampire :-)
What can I say? It’s July and my brain is melting; that’s why I forgot July’s Diary post. I’m supposed to be writing fiction, but I got stuck messing around with page numbers on my memoir. Finally have most of the boring and really hard techno/formatting stuff figured out. Now I just have to read it…yet again. It’s a curious feeling. Seeing the hard proof and skimming through while formatting made me really happy. I think it’s a good book. I’m really proud of it. But, by all that’s holy, I do NOT want to read my own freakin’ memoir again. I really, really don’t. – But I will at some point. I swear it will be out this Autumn.
Otherwise, I’m working on 3 Tell-Tale Chapbooks multiple-author books and journals. And my back and legs are better in summer, so at least I can get some walking in when it isn’t too hot. Plenty to keep me busy til Christmas. Be back in August to post updated covers.