As I try to get back into the writing groove with my memoir, I’m finding that the hardest thing is figuring out where to start. I have a pretty decent draft, but there are a lot of holes, a lot of moments and details that need to be fleshed out and incorporated into the story.
Each time I sit down and try to begin, I get overwhelmed and have a hard time figuring out where to start. Bits and pieces of my life begin flashing and get all jumbled, making it hard to pull them apart and hone in on one moment.
So, I made a list–I condensed all of the moments I wanted to capture and stories I wanted to tell into short one or two-word descriptions, and then jotted each of them into little slips of paper that I folded up and set aside.
And I gotta say, it’s a little strange to look at your life in pieces–all those big, powerful, defining, unforgettable moments reduced to little bits of paper strewn across a tabletop.
Once I had my little pile of topics, I put them all in a little bag and resigned to draw one each day to use as my starting point.
So far, so good, but there is still a long way to go.
Wish me luck.