What better way to spend today than at a memoir writing workshop. I learned so much from Yvette Nolan on writing and why we write. Contrary to my belief that I would not be able to write a single word amidst a bunch of people, I found that it was easier. Maybe it was the camaraderie of our group and the skill of our facilitator.
I wrote like the dickens. I was secretly pumped. Feelings and secrets rose from their deep dark corners into my consciousness. I felt shame washing through me as I wrote. I did not want people to know my shame and secrets. I did not even want to know my own secret. It is SUCH a secret.
It is this washing out- the revealing of truths, that is so healing in memoir writing. I will have to be a little braver each day, develop my voice and allow it to speak its truth. I have to allow myself to be healed.