Howdy! Here we are halfway through January. Must be time for a Just TypiKel catch up.
What’s been happening around here? Well, despite crossing her paws, Poppy would tell you honestly that I have been writing. Both on submissions for various publications and for the book.
A Just TypiKel Catch Up
And where am I at with the memoir?
To be honest, I’ve run into a handful of speed bumps. Early bird registrants at the Oakland memoir conference that I attended in the Fall, were offered the option of sending in up to 20 pages of our memoir writing for critique. I sent in 18 pages worth, only, in Just TypiKel fashion, to have them get lost. Poof! They vanished in the delightful mysterious land of email. Thankfully, they agreed to allow me to resubmit and I received their thoughtful response a few weeks ago. Did I get right down to their suggestions? Nope. I was further waylaid by the festive visit of my college lad, a myriad of Christmas festivities and Snowmageddon 2016/17. Brrrrr. Here on Canada’s west coast, we’ve been under an icy grip of Arctic chill for the past 40 days. It was the longest cold snap in over 30 years. Today is the first day of rain. Disbelievers, you can read more about that here.
Reunions, overeating, and taking my life into my hands every time I slipped about outdoors aside, the most extraordinary hiccup for me had to be the unexpected explosion of my mouse.
Yes, they can explode. Who knew?
It was a quiet, chilly afternoon and I was
binge watching something on Netflix dusting our downstairs tv room where the computer lives, when all of a sudden there was the loudest boom emanating from my desk. Like the crack of thunder. What the hell? I shot over for a look-see but was flummoxed as everything looked completely normal. It wasn’t until a few days later that I realized that the mouse was compromised. The pair of double-A batteries had self-combusted. And no, it wasn’t a Samsung … What was amazing was that not only was there not a fire, but the mouse still worked, so we limped along with fresh batteries, cringing as the coverless mouse scratched its way over the mouse pad. It died after surviving a miraculous two weeks.
Long story short, I finally got around to buying a replacement one which meant no more excuses.
Back to the book. As advised by the President of the National Association of Memoir Writers (I know, pretty cool, ‘eh?) the main thing I need to work on for the memoir (about the people we met and the bizarre adventures we had over the ten years I worked with my type A, quirkier than me mother at her Vancouver Asian antiques shop) is the mechanisms of my internal changes over the course of those ten years. I need to figure them out and outline them for the reader at the beginning of the book. Give the reader an idea of what they can expect and also to encourage them to keep reading.
SO. I’ve been agonizing over that. It’s been both difficult and rewarding. Why? Because it’s forced me to strip down to the truth of why I’m writing this memoir. It’s one thing to say it’s because folks love reading about Francine, it’s another to be still and think about how I changed. I’m comfortable nattering on about others but this is forcing me to peel off the layers of me.
Am I a good little soldier and spending all my time buckling down? No. I confess that I do wander off and check out what’s happening in the world.
Sorry, Francine, I know you want me to just get on with it and get the “damn thing” written. And just today, ooh look, I read that Harper’s Bizarre is upset over Kate Middleton’s choice of hair clips.
That led me to think that perhaps Kate could use one of these gorgeous gems as modelled by my newest relative. I absolute adore them. We lost so many of my daughter’s barrettes over the years but this beaut stayed on, all through lunch!
Enough about me and a Just TypiKel catch up. I’m curious about you? What have you been up to? Lost the festive weight? Packed more on? Working on your 15th book? Signed a deal with an agent? Finished binge watching The Crown and The Gilmore Girls and now onto This Is Us? If you’d care to share, I’d love to hear.