Carla Was Her Name
"Put it to them briefly so they will read it, clearly so they will appreciate it, picturesquely so they will remember it, and, above all, accurately so they will be guided by its light." Joseph Pulitzer
I read this quote almost every time I work on my memoir. I am almost done, you know. This is what those closest to me are surely sick of hearing. Maybe the best thing is to keep a long work on the down-low. I plan to do that next time. For now, I'm really almost done, so still talking. Ha. There is a particular girl in my memoir who is a composite of three, yes, you heard right, three friends. One of the friends was from another time in my life even. Fourth grade, I think. Anyway, this is why memoir takes a long time. You think you are writing it true and then all these people from other times come in, with the things they said and did or you remember them saying and doing, but, wait, it was from another time, not the year you are writing about. Oh, my, a sticky sandbox we play in. Well, this girl I'm talking about, she must go. She says goodbye to the Candy Cigarettes gang and she'll crop up again in another story, another day. Carla was her name. She was quite interesting. And wouldn't we all be kooky and fun and have the ability to captivate with intrigue, if we were three folks combined?
The good news is, after Carla goes, all that's left is the truth?how I remember it from 1974, the year my father died, when I was one messed-up puppy. Should make for interesting tabloid once it's on the shelves.
Happy writing, and reading, to you all.
Love,
Rhonda
I read this quote almost every time I work on my memoir. I am almost done, you know. This is what those closest to me are surely sick of hearing. Maybe the best thing is to keep a long work on the down-low. I plan to do that next time. For now, I'm really almost done, so still talking. Ha. There is a particular girl in my memoir who is a composite of three, yes, you heard right, three friends. One of the friends was from another time in my life even. Fourth grade, I think. Anyway, this is why memoir takes a long time. You think you are writing it true and then all these people from other times come in, with the things they said and did or you remember them saying and doing, but, wait, it was from another time, not the year you are writing about. Oh, my, a sticky sandbox we play in. Well, this girl I'm talking about, she must go. She says goodbye to the Candy Cigarettes gang and she'll crop up again in another story, another day. Carla was her name. She was quite interesting. And wouldn't we all be kooky and fun and have the ability to captivate with intrigue, if we were three folks combined?
The good news is, after Carla goes, all that's left is the truth?how I remember it from 1974, the year my father died, when I was one messed-up puppy. Should make for interesting tabloid once it's on the shelves.
Happy writing, and reading, to you all.
Love,
Rhonda
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