We shared our writing and consequently ourselves, our beliefs, our feelings. Sometimes we were darn close to being naked while keeping all of our clothes on.
Greatest surprise? Almost everything I wrote this week came out as poetry, sometimes edgy poetry. Where did that come from? I could never have predicted it. It felt good, though.Really good.
I had recently purchased a book about discovering poetry (reading and writing) by Frances Mayes. Yup! The Under the Tuscan Sun author, but I hadn't really gotten into it. I'll probably go back to it now.
Oh and I won the choice of a book. I was so excited, I hope I didn't squeal. I chose Leaving a Trace, on keeping a Journal (The art of transforming a life into stories) by Alexandra Johnson. I had brought an almost empty journal with me this week. The only thing I had written in it were a couple of ideas about writing about different episodes of my life. I'd jotted down a couple of skinny ideas about 2 years ago. I wasn't sure who would be interested, but now, that no longer feels like a pertinent question. I loved hearing well-crafted stories from other people this week. Maybe, I will write stories about my life. Maybe what matters is writing them in an authentic voice and making sure that the writing is tight.
But, I wonder how authors of memoir type books like The Glass Castle, Lullabies for Little Criminals, Angela's Ashes, well, how do they do it without re-damaging themselves? How can I revisit a place and time that took everything I had to espace? How do I find my way back to now if I write about then?
These thoughts are what I "have taken away" from my week.
Until next time.