Enjoyed this, love your openness.
Earlier today I posted about a 26-Minute Memoir writing exercise I recently ran across. I’ve now completed the exercise, and while it didn’t turn out as I envisioned it might, I’m going to post what I produced. Honestly, when I started off writing about being a loner (and perhaps, lonely) child, I had no idea it would head in the direction in which it did.
While not the result I’d hoped for, here’s what I wrote about my life in 26 minutes:
“Go outside and play,” my mother implores.
I walk out the front door, pouting.
I don’t like to go outside to look for people to play. I’d rather be inside reading. Or playing with the cat.
I sit outside on the curb in front of our house on a cul-de-sac. I think of a nursery rhyme, repeating over and over in my head, and then, after…
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