I took four memoir writing classes at Santa Monica College last year. It was challenging writing such personal stories and sharing them with a room full of strangers. There were days when I didn't want to write or go to class. I didn't want to visit the past, I had already spent a hell of a time living it, getting help in the form of therapy, shedding the old skin, purging bad habits and healing. I am here in the present, where life is the best it's ever been BUT the stories want to claw their way out of me and I have this driving desire to rip them out and put them out to world. Writing what will eventually be a memoir started draining me physically and emotionally by the end of 2013. I didn't want to stop writing so I put the memoir to the side and started writing about another time in my life.
I wrote about a crazy experience from my teenage years. This is the piece that's occupying most of my time. I want to get it as polished as possible and use it as a writing sample to apply to a writer's program. It will be part of a book of short stories about coming of age in Washington Heights.
I do miss working on the memoir. I will take it up again in about two weeks when I'm done with the fiction piece. I plan to divide my writing time between the memoir, the short stories and my screenplays.
I'm looking forward to all the great things 2014 has in store for me.
xoxo,
Lucy
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