Last night was memoir class night, and it was a particularly good one. There were a number of absentees. As a result, the discussion felt like it was not only more intimate, but on a higher level. I left feeling good about the class, and more importantly like I was going to go home and write.
I had a buzz of ideas floating through my head and couldn’t wait to get home to start getting them on ‘paper’.
One step out of the car changed all that. Continue reading