I’ve made a ton of changes to the book, I wrote the last chapter, and this is what I have to do by Tuesday:
- Write a section describing singing at the wedding of two choir members.
- Go back through the whole thing and tinker. Do the memoir sections have a nice arc? Is there anything I do to make the people I write about more vivid?
- Make the last chapter as good as I can possibly make it. This is without question the hardest part about writing books, ending them.
I read the last chapter of my last memoir, Waiting For My Cats To Die, and I was very dismayed to see that I am still the exact same person! The wisdom I’ve gained in three years can be summed up in three words (which I’m not going to give here because then no one will buy my book!). That’s it! I happen to think they are very crucial three words so I’m glad to have figured them out, but still. I’m pretty sure I can count on myself to continue to make the same mistakes I’ve been making all along. Oh. I’m putting that in the book.
I’ve been so busy I haven’t been taking pictures! I snapped this yesterday in the meat market when I was out running errands. It’s been rainy and dreary.