A memory most seniors will relate to!
(This memoir snippet was featured on WOW! Women on Writing!)
As an author, I enjoy attending writing groups and circles. I meet many enthusiastic writers who love their craft. Promoting one’s work is tougher than the writing itself, but, despite the many drawbacks, most memoir writers have both sad and hilarious stores to tell. I’m not sure this memoir snippet would be considered hilarious but it might bring a smile to your face, especially if you wear glasses. It is a piece I wrote after returning home from a recent writing circle. Frustrated over what happened while attending, I decided to turn it into a laugh.
Memoir Snippet #1
Our writers’ circle gathered around the table with pens and paper at hand. All eyes turned to the teacher. Striving to get us writing, she displayed a large photograph. “My husband is the photographer,” she proudly announced. “But this session is not about him. It is about you. Getting you writing. So, look at this photo and write down the first thing you see.”
I reached in my purse for my reading glasses. As I rifled through its contents, my heart fluttered. Where are my glasses? Darn it! I forgot to bring them! I stare hard at the photo, but it’s a blur. I see shadowy, colorful objects but little else.
Our teacher continued. “What do you see; an object, a landscape, an event?”
I try to focus. There appears to be something hanging from sticks. Is it water? Yes, I’ll write water. Oh no, here comes a second photo and I see even less. Lot’s of pink, I get that, but what is the subject?” Glancing discreetly to the floor where my purse now sits open, I pray my glasses will glint back at me.
“And how about this photo?” she asks. She puts down the pink photo and raises the next. “What do you see?”
I glance around the table. All I see is the group furiously writing their answers. I stare at the new photo. There is a lot of orange, but I can’t make out the scene. I’ll write orange. After all, orange is the first thing I see, so orange it will be. For several agonizing minutes my ordeal continues. For each photo, I write a color. Purple… blue… green; darn it, how could I have forgotten my glasses?
Fifteen photos later and it is answer time. “I’m sure your answers are diverse,” the teacher says. “Who wants to share what they wrote?”
Not me. I shrink back in my chair and think. I need to appear I am not interested in sharing. I glance at the table and see my coffee. A long, slow sip will cover my disinterest, but as I reach for the cup, something from behind glints at me. It is my glasses! I must have laid them on the table when I first arrived. Darn it!
Well, I hope that snippet made for a giggle. You might also giggle over Rosie’s antics. She is a secondary character in my seaside series, titled, Under the Shanklin Sky. The daughter of my main character, Milly, she exudes obnoxiousness, especially toward seniors. Milly and Rosie’s adventures can be found in Under the Shanklin Sky, The Bathing Beauty, The Faring Foxglove, and my soon to be published, A Hint of Spring.
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