Day 279 – Saying We

Everyday, I start my writing session with a 30 minute word sprint. I write whatever comes to mind just as fast as it comes without any judgment. Sometimes I rant about my worries or how hard this project is or list all the more responsible things I could be doing instead, but often times I ask, “Where are we going to day?” It’s a none schizophrenic “we” (I know full well that I am not more than one person). It’s a we that takes the pressure off of me. It encourages a dialogue in my head, one that’s kinder and wiser than usual. Strangely, it makes me feel less alone in the process, that maybe my younger self is holding my hand and guiding the way. Besides, when writing memoir the word “I” becomes tiresome. The...

Day 273 – Before Bed

I started an experiment this week to hacked my unconscious (for better or worse). In memoir class, we talk a lot about the subconscious, how a lot of writing happens there, which got me thinking about dreams and interpreting dreams and sleep and memory and imagery and all the meaning we weave into it and it occurred to me that there might be a way to utilize sleep in my writing process besides getting a full 8 hours. The last few days I decided to read the piece I’m working on last thing before bed so it would be simmering in my head a long with my constant recounting of how much sugar I’ve had and wondering what my fasting blood sugar reading will be in the morning and all the other usual blah, blah, blah that goes through my head before I lose...