Finished the final project for my memoir class; damn it’s good. Am I being cocky, hell ya. It feels right.
Like Lawrence Block said, “make every word count”. I did.
It’s a wonderful feeling when I write something I am truly proud of. That is not to say I’m not proud of everything, I am, but truly, deeply, (using every ly word I can think of) satisfied, elevates it in my mind and heart.
It’s one of those pieces…even if no one likes it…I do…even if no one wants to publish it…so what…even if I were never able to write again…it would be a piece-perfect as a last.
A project of love; a near flawless child.