I'm finalizing my book proposal for my memoir today. It is so weird to be writing something that brags about how great my book is and how many people will want to read it, when of course, I have my doubts about every part of this project. I found myself using my best litigation skills -- acting like I was writing a brief for a shy client who has something compelling to say. Very odd feeling.
But now! I get to go back to fiction! The protagonist of a short story I started earlier in the summer is nagging at me today -- she went on my early morning walk, just a few steps behind me, trodding on my heels from time to time. And I'm so glad to get to spend time with her again. I can make things up! What liberation!
As much as I enjoyed the research part of my memoir, I am ready to be free of the factual aspect of it. When people have read different portions of the manuscript and given me feedback along the lines of, "Why don't you have your father come into the kitchen in Chapter 3?" -- it's hard to know how to react. Yes, that would make it a more compelling story, but that didn't happen.
So now I'm ready to run into the arms of make believe. And I'm ready to not listen to any ballet music for a while.
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