I began the Muddling
Memoir series on November 16, 2015 thinking I'd track the writing of my third
memoir from beginning to end. But here's my confession. In the last thirteen
weeks I've spent more time focused on process than on memory. An
avoidance mechanism, I fear, because I cannot say that all these memories are
happy ones. But all I learned and experienced in the process, made every
moment worthwhile. Made me who I am today.
They are memories of a
young woman trying to find her way alone in Mexico City in the 1980s. The
memories of a young woman searching for self and love. A young woman who felt
more comfortable in a foreign culture, speaking a new language than in her own.
I will likely return to
this series with updates from time to time on the progress, but for now I need
to take a break from this self-imposed weekly post schedule. I need to
shift my focus from describing and
analyzing the process to
engaging in the process of writing memoir. I need to write.
Book marketing gurus
tell writers we need to blog on a weekly basis to build readership. With less
than a thimbleful of knowledge about marketing, I cannot argue with that. They
also tell us that getting out the next book is essential. One of the realities most
writers face
is the challenge of prioritizing
such contradictory activities within
the limitations of the 24-hour day.
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La Flor de Noche Buena
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