I write like I talk. I hear words being spoken in my head, with expression, as I type them. Think young adult fiction. Just for older women who have lived long enough to collect a handful of regrets, several great stories and many dreams still in the making.
I enjoy creating happy little rhythms with short sentences, commas and em-dashes. (Sadly, my web font doesn’t show off the beauty of an em-dash so I don’t use it as often as I’d like.) Fragments are sprinkled in for fun, along with a bunch of commas. I use simple words and awkward illustrations to share insights I may have only discovered in the writing process.
Authentically sharing myself is a struggle because my memories are not always vivid or specific.
I often rely on strong feelings and impressions of what happened. And I know if there were video, I’d be like, “Ohhhhh, that’s how it went.” I don’t want to mislead anyone or misrepresent the facts, so I sometimes wonder if it’s better to keep my stories vanilla if I share them at all. Clearly I have issues. Maybe I should write about them.