W.O.W. – sharing?
November 19, 2008 § 7 Comments
Sharing my life in my writing:
I don’t know that I really do share my life in my writing (well, ok, in this blog YES (thank goodness it’s allowed), but overall, no. I like to be the observer and recorder, the chronicler, the camera, especially in regard to the following:
Universally experienced things, like …
Funny family things – what HM and Snarl do; how Nory and I see it; what the 4 of us find amusing; the little things, all the millions of little things that knit a family
Keeping (or blowing) schedules
Dealing with “things” – cars that run out of gas; clothes hangers that get all stuck together
Our image as we mature
Spotting something in a place in which it is not usually found
Things/creatures we love and choose to love and can’t help but love
The incredible importance of music (and art) in our lives, a voice, a note, a tune, hearing a song …
(OMG, like today, when I was at a restaurant for a business lunch and we were all discussing a project but suddenly in the background, I could hear Enya’s “Who can say where the time goes?” and that was the song that was a huge hit when our daughter was graduating from high school and at the time and every time I hear it to this day, I weep (in a good way). At a business lunch, you say? You wept? Um, well, it was tough, mmm, very difficult but I held it back. I found that I wasn’t even listening to what I was saying; more of me was attuned to the music playing in the background and I worked very very hard at not crying. I would have pulled some semi-brilliant cover up if I had had to but I sipped some water and no one noticed a thing and they waited for me to set my glass on the table and continue. (Oh, Enya, you nearly betrayed me in public with your fairy-esque sound and your musical finger pressing my “nostalgia” button.)
To be able to write about it with humor and good clear writing, that it the brass ring, the thing I aspire towards.OK, nope, I’m not answering the question …Anyway, I don’t think essays get enough credit despite the fact that they are mini-memoirs, often.
And look how hot memoirs are!
Fave essayists and I do confess the list may seem a bit trite but indeed, I do LOVE the writing as writ by the following:
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Do I enjoy reading essays?
Yes, oh yes!
I’ve kept a list of some that Becca mentioned some time ago.
Took the list to B&N.
They didn’t have a single title.
Dunces! I said to myself, ordered several and found a magaine to read. (I’m still waiting to hear from B&N)
(No, no, don’t tell me to go to the library cuz they never have what I want and they are faaaar too restrictive on how long you can keep a book. And there’s unidentified “stuff” stuck to library-book pages. Or, the pages are dogeared and bent …)