I don't like writing about myself. Despite how ordinary and boring everyone lives are supposed to be, I feel like mine is especially ordinary and boring. The hardest part is finding something that anyone would want to read about. The worst thing would be for someone to pick up a memoir I spent countless hours on and say, "why do I care." Once I found something that I thought may be interesting to someone somewhere, it became a bit easier to write. At this point, I have random sections of semi-awesome writing. Now I just need to put them in an order that will be meaningful. I've been playing with the order of it, because the order in which the scenes come changes the feel of the piece all together. So hopefully I can figure out a way for it to be as powerful as possible.
I decided to write about my grandfather because he was 10 when he died and I never got to know him. This bothers me, a lot, and as much as I try to get rid of the heartache it gives me, it is still there. I've written countless poems and prose pieces about him and even if they aren't about him, he seems to sneak in there somehow. I figured it is time to address the issue once and for all. I'm going to connect my desire to know him and the only thing I vividly remember about him, which is a physical place. I'm being an overachiever by combining the person and the place rather than choosing one. I hope it turns out to be something someone will enjoy.