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. I felt so good after the reading, feeling validation for spending my time typing away, spinning tales and retelling potent memories. It truly was a wonderful evening. The rest of the readers that night were amazing – each with their own distinct style and voice, each with an incredible story to tell.
When I woke up the next morning, I had a sense of peace wash over me. Life is good. I feel like I am finally in a place I fit into. I quickly fire an email off to Tom, thanking him for the beautiful introduction. When I received his response I was both shocked and thrilled. In one sentence, the world of a writer that I have fostered in my mind solidified.
“By the way, would you mind if I publish a portion of your memoir on TReehouse?”
TReehouse is an online literary magazine – Tom is the editor-in-chief.
Is there really any better news a writer can receive?
I will post an update as soon as I know the publishing date.