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OK, so I have been reading a ton about how to write my memoir as I am writing my memoir!
As it turns out there are many, many ways of getting this job done. So many ways, so little time.
For the time being, I am doing it the old Greek way, with a beginning, a middle, and an end.
My strategy simple. Simple is always best, of course. I mean, I know I have to write a lot of little stories that will be in the work, so it only made sense for me to get to it and get the little stories written.
Now, out of all these little stories and putting them together, things are starting to take shape.
And that is basically how I am playing it to date. Just a lot of little stories getting written. Sometimes it's like writing a lot of essays, not really stories. Sometimes it's like writing a lot of stories, not essays.
Sounds easy, right? Wrong. Getting all these little stories written is definitely not easy. Especially for an insufferable old bastard, like me. I never quit. I never stop. I never let up. I never let go. I edit until I am blue in the face. I am a writing machine.
Some of the stories take place at the beginning, at the other end of my life, some take place in the middle, and some take place here, now, at this end of my life.
I read things that trigger a memory, the memory is fresh and it prompts me to write the story. Some stories turn out to be great and with a good point. Some stories turn out to be a really bad idea and the whole day spent writing it seems like a waste.
But I think things are done this way because there is no other way. Some people are really smart and really talented and don't have to try very hard. Some people are like me, only middle-of-the-road smart and talented, and have to try like hellfire.
This is writing. This is what it's all about. This is all. This is the Joy and the Misery of it all.
My time? It is worthless. I means nothing. Even if I were to come up with a manuscript that made me a million dollars overnight, it would not mean anything to me. It would not compensate me for the love and devotion I am putting into this, my writing. So, it's not about the money or any other kind of reward to get later on down the road. The reward is here, now, in the doing of it.
And, for now, that's my trick, that's my strategy... to get my butt in this chair each day and get the job done. To get all the little stories that will make up one big story and get it ready for someone else to read. And for me to go on...
Writing.
As it turns out there are many, many ways of getting this job done. So many ways, so little time.
For the time being, I am doing it the old Greek way, with a beginning, a middle, and an end.
My strategy simple. Simple is always best, of course. I mean, I know I have to write a lot of little stories that will be in the work, so it only made sense for me to get to it and get the little stories written.
Now, out of all these little stories and putting them together, things are starting to take shape.
And that is basically how I am playing it to date. Just a lot of little stories getting written. Sometimes it's like writing a lot of essays, not really stories. Sometimes it's like writing a lot of stories, not essays.
Sounds easy, right? Wrong. Getting all these little stories written is definitely not easy. Especially for an insufferable old bastard, like me. I never quit. I never stop. I never let up. I never let go. I edit until I am blue in the face. I am a writing machine.
Some of the stories take place at the beginning, at the other end of my life, some take place in the middle, and some take place here, now, at this end of my life.
I read things that trigger a memory, the memory is fresh and it prompts me to write the story. Some stories turn out to be great and with a good point. Some stories turn out to be a really bad idea and the whole day spent writing it seems like a waste.
But I think things are done this way because there is no other way. Some people are really smart and really talented and don't have to try very hard. Some people are like me, only middle-of-the-road smart and talented, and have to try like hellfire.
This is writing. This is what it's all about. This is all. This is the Joy and the Misery of it all.
My time? It is worthless. I means nothing. Even if I were to come up with a manuscript that made me a million dollars overnight, it would not mean anything to me. It would not compensate me for the love and devotion I am putting into this, my writing. So, it's not about the money or any other kind of reward to get later on down the road. The reward is here, now, in the doing of it.
And, for now, that's my trick, that's my strategy... to get my butt in this chair each day and get the job done. To get all the little stories that will make up one big story and get it ready for someone else to read. And for me to go on...
Writing.