Because of your visual descriptors, I was there, right there in the office, in the park, in the apartment seeing all the people you knew. a treat to read.
Thanks, I am actually trying to up the levels of description. In all autobiographical the tendency is to skip over it, as the scene is vivid to you but no one else.
Would like to learn from you if you teach a course on Zoom I'd be there. I was drawn in quickly by the visuals and even now I see in my minds eye, the desk, the chair, books on the floor and many of people you mentioned came to life.
This is so wonderful. I love London, too. But I also really loved the way you connected so many dots around Maine, the furniture from your parents, writing that novel, getting that Dartmouth job, bringing the desk to Hanover. It’s so human to connect dots like that, even dots that might not be related at all, except in our hearts. We all try to make sense of things that might not actually make sense. I’m trying to up my ability to write description, it’s so hard, especially with memoir! It’s hard to turn the gaze outward when you’re processing things in your mind. Thanks so much for the inspiration, nothing to do but practice, practice.
Because of your visual descriptors, I was there, right there in the office, in the park, in the apartment seeing all the people you knew. a treat to read.
Thanks, I am actually trying to up the levels of description. In all autobiographical the tendency is to skip over it, as the scene is vivid to you but no one else.
Would like to learn from you if you teach a course on Zoom I'd be there. I was drawn in quickly by the visuals and even now I see in my minds eye, the desk, the chair, books on the floor and many of people you mentioned came to life.
Well thank you, I’ll think about that.
This is so wonderful. I love London, too. But I also really loved the way you connected so many dots around Maine, the furniture from your parents, writing that novel, getting that Dartmouth job, bringing the desk to Hanover. It’s so human to connect dots like that, even dots that might not be related at all, except in our hearts. We all try to make sense of things that might not actually make sense. I’m trying to up my ability to write description, it’s so hard, especially with memoir! It’s hard to turn the gaze outward when you’re processing things in your mind. Thanks so much for the inspiration, nothing to do but practice, practice.
Loved the images of the desk travelling through time with you
Thank you, I was very happy with that.
love all of this - thank you for sharing such intimate memories
So much to miss. Thanks for sharing. Secrets shared with strangers are indeed to be savored.
Captivated by all the details and memories. I’m sure they will stay with you always?
I think so?
Welcome back 🌹 I’ve also moved back home and this third person letter series has me inspired.
Just when I was finding it easier to justify chucking out old receipts...