In order to write, one must: write.
I've been envious of people writing about their past, especially when they write so very, very well. I would like to write that well, although I fear writing about my past. One friend, who is a published author, after all, is writing about the story behind her books, among other things. She's doing this more or less chronologically. There's no way I could be that coherent. I can barely remember half the things that happened, let alone in what order. Another friend writes--or, wrote, I think she may have stopped--in groups of five, each group around a chosen theme. Even if I thought I could do that, that'd just be copying her and I don't want to do that.
So, here's what I'll do: I'll write these stories as they occur to me. The only problem will be thinking of them and holding onto what the story was that I wanted to tell long enough to actually get to the computer to write them down.
Which, sorry, is not the case at the moment. I started out with an idea and, poof, it's now gone.
