I was contemplating the multiple ways in which we tell a story. My notebook is overflowing with writing fodder, but much of it is internal dialogue, collected words and wonderings. Shaping snippets into story is an art and I really intend to focus more effort on exploring the countless way a story can be told.
I grabbed a couple of books off of my shelf to guide me. Storycatcher, by Christina Baldwin and The Art of Memior, by Marie Carr jump out to my hands first. Opening to pages scribbled with the chicken tracks of my thinking, both books remind me that our stories are interpretations of our own events.
“Yeah, yeah, I know that,” I babble . “I’m looking for structure here.”
My mind darted back to last summer when I took an online writing course from Jen Louden. I sought many structures for the story I had drafted. Amy Krouse Rosenthal, one of my mentor writers and favorite authors popped into my head. A post was penned about her here. Don’t go here now. Do it later. You must read to the end of this story first.
“Perhaps I just need to look back at my own dang notes to see what I’ve already pondered,” I scold myself.
So, I did.
“Good stuff here,” I congratulated myself.
My dog, Sandy whined to go outside, so I crankily got up to let her out, and before I sat down to write, I picked up my phone and checked the world’s news.
The first news report on my phone was an article titled, “You May Want to Marry My Husband,” reported by the New York Times.
Okay ~ this is odd. This first story is not about Donald Trump? It must be good. So, I figured I’d better read it. Besides, it’s by the one and only Amy Krouse Rosenthal.
Oh, how I love her. Go figure.
You can read it here: “You May Want to Marry My Husband” by Amy Krouse Rosenthal. And, you must. Because you will not understand anymore of this post if you do not. Do it now.
After I wipe up this puddle of tears, I will study how she did this.
But for now, my post/story ends here today.
I have more important things to do.