Leo died yesterday. I just cannot take it in. He and his name don't belong in that sentence. It gives me a sense of time passing. We had Leo, and now he is gone. It's a big change. We are not who we were, and never will be again.
I think that writing memoir is the most potent action I can take in this world.
When I sit down to write – not an easy place to get to – I feel all my energies and abilities come into one focus, one laser point – I feel like a bird, pausing in mid-air, then plummeting down into the waves, intent on that one fish that will save it.
I write, then come up for air, then look at what I have unearthed. It usually looks like just a handful of dust, not worth much. I could easily toss it out and forget about it. But I don’t. Not anymore. I add it to the pile. I am not sure what I am building, but this is all I have. For some reason, it is my most precious thing, the one thing that feels purely my own.
In addition to regular workshops in Woodstock, NY, I offer one Authentic Writing workshop a month in Manhattan, always on a Saturday morning. If you want to write or to deepen the writing you are doing, please come along! We meet at TRS, 40 Exchange Place, 3rd Floor. You will take home a great deal of writing plus the momentum and enthusiasm to continue. For more info: AuthenticWriting.com
This blog is a gallery where I hang my latest pieces of writing, the paint still drying.