How can you tell a good writer from a bad writer? What makes one a good storyteller and the other, well, not? In my opinion, when I am engaged in reading a book, or an article, and I can’t wait to turn the page and don’t want the story to end, that’s a good writer to me. When words ebb and flow, like a good warm hug, you just don’t want them to let you go.
I have my favorite writers that I admire and just can’t wait to read what they have to say. They make me comfortable, like a good friend sharing secrets over a glass of wine. Some people are just good at it. They have a way with words that pull you in, as though they’re speaking just to you. Their life experiences sometime trigger a moment or memory from my own past. I’ll have a common connection, maybe a spark of hope revealed or a boost of self esteem.
I love reading memoirs. Those that can expose their raw emotions and struggles just tug on my heartstrings. I find it fascinating to hear about other people’s lives; how and where they grew up, the funny times and the sad times, their hopes and dreams, and what gave them strength to rise above adversary. One author that comes to mind is Jeannette Walls. Her memoirs are so funny, and yet sad, that you think, this is fiction, there’s no way anyone’s life could be this messed up. But, that’s the beauty in memoir, it’s your own unique story and no one else’s can compare. Read her books if you get a chance, she is an awesome storyteller. (The Glass Castle and Half Broke Horses, for starters.)
I think writing memoir has a way of making my own life seem more significant. Maybe my wild life in the past wasn’t so unusual. After all, it’s my own one of a kind, unique, no one else has lived what I lived life. How did I get to where I am today? How did I survive all those insecure, crazy, frightening, lonely years? That’s a story I want to tell one day, when I get my nerve up.
But now, it’s November and it is the thankful month. I’m thankful for the people who shaped my life; the good and the bad, for where there is forgiveness, there is wisdom. I’m thankful for my husband and my new puppy, Tuco, who just turned one! I’m thankful for my health, my home, family, and friends. I’m most thankful for God, and the privilege to live in the greatest country in the world, The United States of America.
Until next time, God bless and stay safe.
Skip’s mom Cb
What’s not to love?
My baby Tuco in the leaves
One of his birthday presents!
The Birthday boy!
Presents from Chewy!
Opening gifts