I wish I had taken Jenny’s memoir writing course before I began writing mine, The Boy Who Couldn’t Smile. Writing my life’s story was truly a journey of personal growth by giving me a more focused understanding and clearer vision of my past that I want to share.
This Autumn I devised and taught my first memoir-writing evening course. I had included sessions on autobiographical writing in several of my general writing courses, but I wanted to do it over several weeks, with daily tasks people could do at home between sessions, so they could hold the focus and deepen the experience of writing about their own life if they wanted to.
Take-up for the course was so good that I was able to run two groups, and everyone in both groups engaged wholeheartedly with the adventure, even though it took them by surprise.
All kinds of writing can surprise you. In fiction, your imagination can take you places you didn’t expect, because venturing into imagination is venturing into the unknown. In poetry, symbolic resonances may emerge that you didn’t know were there, leapfrogging the familiar trails of your rational mind across what Jung called the bridge of your emotions. Even non fiction can…
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