On Writing (Again)

I published 8 posts on my blog last year. Eight. Fifteen the year before. I probably shouldn’t even call myself a writer. I’ve actually wondered if my phase of writing was just a phase.

I’m reading a book that is self-titled as micro-memoirs; seemingly random unrelated memories that make me feel something at the end of each one. I like it.

Memoir sounds most like my genre. But MICRO-memoir sounds more doable right now. Therefore:

I will write micro-memoirs.

So be it. I have put it out into the ether; into the universe; even prayed it out loud: I want to start writing again. I find joy in writing and publishing. I WILL write micro-memoirs.

One caveat. I need your help to remember to remember to write about what I remember. 🙂