It has been a while since I’ve written (on the blog) but it’s rarely far from my mind. The words have just disappeared again and even though I’m faithfully (well nearly faithfully) writing the “morning pages”, topics to write about with clarity or usefulness just don’t seem to be on the menu. And so when I was browsing at Target yesterday I picked up a small book called Burn After Writing and felt compelled to add it to my cart. This book ticks all the boxes for me: the cover was alluring, robins egg blue with the image of a red pack of matches front and center, the feel and size was perfect, the pages invitingly blank with simple writing prompts and the intro about engaging in honest assessment (for my eyes only) seemed a call to action at this particular moment in time.
Today I woke earlier than usual, trying to get back into some sort of morning routine again. I bundled in my robe, grabbed a deliciously hot coffee and made my way up to the loft I’d abandoned sometime last spring when the unending days of quarantine left me little space for tending to my own needs for routine. The first order of business was the 750 word sprint on 750words.com so I could get my daily check box that affirms I am writing. Then I opened the book and decided to start from the beginning. The questions were easy, no rigorous honesty needed yet, just a nostalgic meander through my younger years.
First memory: age one, sitting in a crib in my parent’s bedroom, feet tethered to an unyeilding brace.
I dreamed of becoming: a professional reader (or writer)
I miss most about the past: family of origin, visiting my parents home, family meals and game nights, conversation and laughter.
Childhood in one word: happy
Posters from your childhood bedroom: I have no memories of hanging posters on my wall. All I could come up with was a shelf of china dolls.
Memory of the single greatest act of kindness: my car broke down about 20 miles from home when I was in my early 20’s and a stranger went out of his way to help in any way he could. He offered a listening ear and a ride back to my house and I took a leap of faith it would turn out ok and it did.
Someone from history I admire: Mother Teresa. Her selfless kindness to the sick and poor, her inspiring words about life and her devotion to God are remarkable.
These were softball questions, I know but it got me thinking and writing. On the next page there was a question about the first concert I attended and I made note of my first parent-free experience which was Loverboy sometime around 1983. Dropping my son at school this morning I turned on the radio, a rare thing for me in the morning, and the next song on the radio was Loverboy’s The Kid is Hot Tonight. I think it was a sign I’m on the right track.