I’m writing a memoir, a very humbling experience. Actually, my hubby and I are co-writing the book in alternating voices. Stay tuned.
As I plunge into this project, I’m struck by just how intricate and layered the craft of writing is, particularly in memoir, which is all about revelation. I’m reading Sue William Silverman’s Fearless Confessions: A Writer’s Guide to Memoir. Sue is a gifted author and teacher who prods writers to “keep peeling away those layers, like an onion, until you do discover the deeper layers of self and experience.”
For me, roses offer the same analogy. Complex and layered, they reveal themselves more with each petal shed.
All of this has me thinking about the many layers in my life. In no particular order, I’m a woman, wife, mother, daughter, friend, writer, professional and student. Each of these prescribed roles spawns new petals – the flowers of family, friends, community, and the commitments that bind us. This blog is yet another layer.
I’m all of these rich petals.
And yet, onions and roses…they make me think about what’s beneath the layers.