I just finished reading a memoir by Jennifer Lehr, Ill-equipped for a Life of Sex, and am stuck in a moment wondering if I'll ever have a book in me. I desperately want to write a memoir, but I don't know what I'd write about (i.e. which topic, among many, I would even choose), and I don't have the motivation to write one. I write a lot, but it's mostly just messy complaining combined with trying to figure out the crazy mixed-up mind that I have. There are no stories in me save the stories of my own life. There are no vibrant characters I'm longing to bring out, just me.
But where do I begin to tell stories that involve other people? Where do I begin to tell stories that are, and always will be, unfinished? And how do I do those things, and keep doing my job(s), and paying the bills which I always seem to be behind on? And who will read it?
I always knew I would be a writer, but for a long time the divine sparkling muse to help me write my books never came to me. I kept moving in the right direction with my career, gravitating toward the things I love with all my heart and communicating/making friends in the right circles...from there the path became clear. It takes time and diligence to cultivate our creative sides. Good luck finding your way, I know you will. Sounds like you're on the right track already.
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