Here I am once again in a revising rewriting stage of my first solo book about growing up as a golf pro's daughter in Miami, Oklahoma, and I'm down the to the weight I was twenty years ago! I truly do relax and enjoy the writing process of just getting the story out on the page. I am learning every step of the way thanks to an online writing class on Memoir from Lisa Dale Norton. For those of you who know me, it does not come as a surprise that my mind is jumping all over the time period from 1956-1968 with stories. There is no order, yet, but I know it is coming.
|1960's Women golfing.|
This week I'm rapidly approaching a revision deadline of only 4000 words. It really is simple to write that many words, but I want them to have meaning. In our class we have turned in five episodes or installments to our memoirs, now it's time to fill in the spaces with more dialogue, reflection, thoughts, time period postage marks, and details. By 9am this morning I had already taken one fast paced walk with Lucy just to clear my mind and energize me. As I walked through the garage into the house my eyes fell upon the case of Dr. Pepper. I didn't even bother to open a can, I walked right by, and as for the pizza, there's none in the house and there won't be for this book. Maybe when I finished those 55,000 words I might reward myself with a Papa Murphy's veggie pizza, or better yet, fresh seafood from the Gulf of Mexico while relaxing in the sun with Jack in Biloxi, Mississippi. But first I must write, or go to the garage and pop open a Dr. Pepper.
Letty Stapp Watt
storyteller and historian