the embattled memoirist (me)
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
And so, with memoir, I begin again. Writing toward an idea. Teasing remembrance. Stuck in the morass of something I can almost see.
One wrong sentence in ten long pages requires a rewriting of those ten pages. One wrong sentence is the false note that proves the premise wrong, casts doubt upon the entire enterprise. If I can't get that sentence right, then I can't get that memory right, then I can't settle on meaning.
When we say we love to write, we are also admitting to being half in love with the wars we spark within ourselves.
One wrong sentence in ten long pages requires a rewriting of those ten pages. One wrong sentence is the false note that proves the premise wrong, casts doubt upon the entire enterprise. If I can't get that sentence right, then I can't get that memory right, then I can't settle on meaning.
When we say we love to write, we are also admitting to being half in love with the wars we spark within ourselves.
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