I went to a reading on Thursday night for The Muse, where I take a memoir writing class. My instructor, Tom Robotham, gave me a beautiful introduction, and I read an excerpt from the memoir I am working on, titled M.o.M. – Memories of Madness.
The audience was wonderful. They gasped when I shocked them, snickered when I amused them, held their breath when I engaged them in the story, and when I finished and looked up from the podium, I saw mouths hanging open, and heard applause erupt so loudly I blushed. Continue reading