On the record, I LOVE Monica Wood. I think that is abundantly clear. When she gave her talk at Orono, I knew it would be on Memoir, since that is her new passion in writing.
She tried to convince us that we all have a story to tell. That no matter how boring we think our lives our, there IS a story worth telling. And I almost believed it. Almost.
She gave us several writing prompts to prove her point, and after reading what I wrote, I can confirm, my life is dull. Ha! Don’t believe me? See for yourself:
Prompt 1: Make a memory list of a time you were in high school listing ten memories about that one time. And you only have 5 minutes. Eeek!
This was my list:
1. I just found out that my grandfather had died.
2. I was in the house alone.
3. I was wearing my prom dress.
4. My date was a foreign exchange student and tennis pro that I really didn’t know well. (Irony would be that his name is Tobias.)
5. I didn’t want to go to the prom with my date.
6. I only wanted to go to the prom so I could see another boy that didn’t ask me to prom.
7. My ‘date’ arrived hours late (he was stuck in a tennis match).
8. We didn’t have time to go out to eat.
9. By the time we got there, we only had 20 min until the prom ended.
10. I got one dance with the boy I wanted to go with. He told me I looked beautiful.
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, ain’t that corny?
Need further proof? We had 90 seconds to write about a place. I was tired, and there was a bit of a draft, so of course I thought about a warm bed.
The room is warm–too warm, but I’m too tired to turn the thermostat down. Too cozy on the large soft bed. Too lost inside a dream that isn’t real. Too afraid to pull the sheet off and expose my nakedness. Too afraid to be cold.
Oy. Must everything I write be so melodramatic? Honestly! Ha! I blame the actress in me needing things to be higher stakes than they are. And that’s what writing my ‘memoir’ would be, I think. Me whining about the pretty darn good life I had.
Nope. I’m gonna stick with fiction where I can mess up peoples life for fun. 🙂
Sorry, Monica, I love you, but I’m not ready for memoir yet!