God bless her – she told me to write stories. Basically write stories however.
And I replied that that is exactly what I want to do. Phew. Now I can dig into my brain and look around me and somehow synthesize it all into a written version – true but beautifully told. That’s what I meant to do when I said I wanted to be a writer.
She did ask me what the next step is, and I haven’t quite entirely figured out the answer, but Lord knows there are stories in my head. And I do have tons of reporting and research on Mormons, so there’s always that.
I can hardly wait now. I do have a lot of catching up to do, both on required writing, the 20-page craft paper and of course the writing. Time to dig in.
Categories: Creative nonfiction