I haven’t worked on my memoir manuscript since before I graduated from my MFA program in June. It was my final project, and by the time I was done with it, I didn’t want to look at it again. I just wanted to be done with it. Done. To not think about for awhile. I
I’m currently doing a class on The Artist’s Way, Julia Cameron’s classic text about a path to creativity. I’m on week eight of twelve. True to Cameron’s practice, I have been doing Morning Pages pretty faithfully. I attend the once a week Zoom with my classmates, other midlife women. I have tried to do the
I woke up on Sunday convinced that I have no words left. That I had nothing to say, and perhaps, I was done as a writer. That I had already written my best essays. That I had no good sentences left in me. I was out of words, phrases, sentences, paragraphs, and pages. I was