Random thought: this segment of Donnie Darko tells us so much about the setting and characters. Advertisements
I’m two months into my last semester at Goucher! My mentor for this semester is Phillip Gerard and I think he’s going to provide the guidance I need to get this manuscript done. He’s using – and so I’ve started using – two words I’ve resisted since I first applied to Goucher. I never intended to write a BOOK and I definitely never planned to write a MEMOIR. I resisted the thought of writing a book because I wanted to just write individual long-form pieces, then I got a job, then I was writing essays, and now Phillip is calling it a book and guiding me to put the separate pieces together so they actually tell a story. And the story turns out to be about me, my experiences, my thoughts, around being Muslim, about Islam in America, and about just stuff whether it’s thematic or not. And so it is a memoir. I used to mock memoirists because it seemed self-absorbed to write about oneself and because I thought of memoirs as diaries. I guess I can laugh at myself now. Or I can get busy and finish this MEMOIR.
I’ve done a lot of thinking about writing, reading about writing, surfing the net for writing blogs, talking about writing, musing about writing – but lately I haven’t actually done a whole lot of writing. I journal almost every day, but I really need to get myself back on track. Leslie told me: just tell stories. I’m so behind in book reviews and writing submissions for school that I barely know how to catch up. One step at a time I guess. One book at a time. One paper at a time. One essay at a time. One sentence at a time, I suppose. Wake up, acknowledge the blessings in my life and put it back out into the universe. JUST DO IT!
I sent a ranting email to my Goucher mentor about my feelings on categories of writing and how my brain is going to explode over the issue. 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 […]
In last night’s post I promised to continue my train of thought. Yesterday was kind of a thoughtful day, as in I wrote for like an hour in my journal, vented some anger, bitterness, resentment, confusion and a little bit about goal-setting. This is why I keep a journal – a password-protected, naming-names corner of my personal galaxy. Often after […]