When my youngest was two and I had a little free time, I started thinking about what I wanted to do next. I loved to read. I loved books. I was fascinated by writers and how they did it. They were so cool.
So one day–March 26, 1995–I pulled over to the side of the road and began to write. That year, I had two other moments of free time and wrote. The next year, a moment appeared in February and again I pulled out a piece of paper. Six more times in 1996.
Women was what I was writing about. Different women and their days. Character. No plot. And vastly revised, these pieces turned into my first novel.
In 1997, I found time to write in January, and after that, I made time.
At some point I took a creative writing class at a community center in Auburn, Alabama. Then in the summer of 1999, I applied to the Napa Valley Writers Conference, where my first writing teacher was Elizabeth McCracken.
Oh, wow. I love this post. I am inspired by this post. I can relate to your experience. Keep writing . . . .
Marielle, I’m so glad. And thanks for the encouragement : )
Love this snapshot of you becoming a writer. And love that you remember the specifics and to remember where I was too – March 26, 1995 was my birthday, in Zagreb Croatia and pregnant with my daughter.
Elizabeth McCracken – wonderful writer and of course, twitter-queen. I bet she was a great teacher.
Tricia, I have somehow kept up with that little sticky note… And what are the chances that the first day I wrote was the birthday you were in Croatia pregnant with your now almost twenty-year-old daughter… We are bound together for life : )
a memoir … wonderful!
and then… ?
but of course… (lol)
Mange Tak, Sigrun… 🙂
pssst… shall now adjust my alignment with all comments
AND… correct my spelling of your name…
my sincere apologies… Sigrun xxx
no problem–I’m sure Sigrun understands–will correct
Cynthia… as I commented above… and on a previous post…
and then? (winkwink)
when that’s what bubbles up, Helena : )
Thanks, Sigrun and Helena. At not quite a third of the way in, I’m sure I’ll continue. That just seemed a nice place to stop for now.
Well… I’m hooked… (lol)