Last year, at Type A Conference, I met a new friend, Sean. She’s a space-crazed Texan and I adore her for it. She and I agree on lots, except the whole “man on the moon” thing. She obviously thinks we’ve been since she knows people who say they were there. Whatever. Agree to disagree and all that!
She asked me last week to join her sharing about How I Write. She swore I only had to answer a few questions, so it seemed easy enough!
Here you go.
1. What am I working on?
Right now, all cylinders are firing on Listen To Your Mother stuff. There are several lists of things to be done before this Saturday’s show. I’ve done more reading than writing lately, to be honest, working on this show. (REMINDER: Buy Tickets now)
My day job is super busy, being spring and all, and life feels like everything on my to do list is a bullfrog I’m trying to keep in a wheelbarrow.
2. How does my writing differ from others of its genre?
You know? I’ve never really thought about that. I guess my genre is memoir, but even that I’m not 100% sure about.
When I read other people who write about life like I do, I realize, though, that I write very short essays. I’m quick, to the point, and concise. I like a nice, neat package that has a great starting sentence and a great ending sentence. At least I try to do that. I don’t use a lot of big words, but that’s ok because I don’t use a lot of big words when I talk. It’s not that I can’t, it’s that I just don’t!
3. Why do I write what I do?
Because it’s my life.
Why would I write about anything else? I write my truth, my story, my heart.
4. How does my writing process work?
My process is simple. I sit. I write. I hit publish.
I don’t have a complicated system. Every now and then I’ll jot some notes down while I’m driving or while I’m at work. But most of the time, when I do that, I forget the context in which it was thought of in my brain. It never comes back so now I don’t even bother writing it down unless I can write out the whole post. My best works have been done spur of the moment, with just one word floating around in my head, beating on the inside to get out.
That’s why I could never post daily on here. I can’t force myself to write something.
I write what my gut says to write.