write my memoirs

Website you can do it on: http://www.writemymemoirs.com/wizard/home.html

Note to myself – I’ve written something about it in my book too

my teen years were interesting with finding out that my dad wasnt my real dad. that i had an older brother. and then later on met my birth father the day after my grandfather died [who i was closest to]. and his crazy wife is now trying to replace me by getting pregnant [after 20 years of not wanting anymore kids] that just happens to be due a couple days before my b-day. plus she writes emails to herself and blames them on my mom.
i think my life is truly stranger than fiction. and i’d like to share it.

for a bloody long time now and I just get in and out of the mood of writing so quickly, poems are scarce and few and far between. The other day I went on a walk with a very old friend and for the first time in ages I thought about writing. He said that he saw me more as a writer than as an artist and I just brushed it aside thinking he really remembers me as a writer because that’s the phase I was in at the time. However now thinking back about the conversation and also my de-motivation in the art world, it seems to make sense that putting my energies into a different sort of creativity might not be a bad idea.

The thing I like about writing is that it can be done anywhere, anytime and the thing I like about writing poetry is that it can end anywhere, anytime and can capture single moments in time. I’ve always liked memories so that’s a pretty good place to start. So my collection was always going to be about all the places I’ve lived, because there are lots of places to cover and there have been some rather interesting events too. But I feel as though I can’t just write poems without doing as much research as possible so I’ve taken upon the mammoth task of writing my memoirs first in a bid to jog some memories that could be made into poems. These memoirs will never be read by anyone but me and I’ve even come across a site that will help me put these memories in order. I’ve always had a problem with people writing autobiographies at ridiculous ages and now here I am writing my own at the ridiculous age of 29. Still if it serves a purpose then I’ll just have to accept it.

well i’m a grey and white striped cat. well lets talk about my mom and dad first. my mom is a black and white long haired cat. I love to cuddle with my mom. My dad i think is a grey striped cat like me. I really dont no my dad to well. My new mom kayla got me about two days ago i love to play with her. I’m not to old i’m about 5 weeks. I had a sister named princess but a dog came and tore appart my cage to get to my food, I dont think princess died. I think she was scared and ran. kayla has looked every where for her. I really miss her. I meaw alot hoping she will come. It’s kinda lonly here without her. i no kayla misses her alot. Well, i’m a boy cat incase you didn’t know that. kayla and her sister named me and if you would see me you would know why. I run and jump every where. Well everyone is still looking for princess and we hope we find her soon.

it’s been a wild and interesting ride… so I want to record it… a life long obsession!

because I do this everyday, I don’t know if writing a joural is the same as writing memoirs but to me it is. I’ve got volumes of them stored away, maybe some day my kids will want to read them until then, this goal can be filed as “Done”

i really tried! .. i guess im not the memories writer type lol.. i keep on forgetting to do it!
and im kinda not so fond of doing it too..

I went through a stressful childhood and it all cumulated in my teenage years. I am a cutter. Yes, I cut myself… or I used to. I actually just slipped up recently, but that’s not the point. I want to write about my experiences from seventh grade on and share them with the world because I found it frightening how little regarded self-injury is and how many people in the health industry don’t even know how to address it.

My book will help people learn about self-injury, and even better, to perhaps gain a grasp on understanding why people choose to hurt themselves.

of course like this week, some days are better reading than others and some I just forget…
This weeks dramas all center on MMC MS 15 and 3/4’s who fell in indoor cricket on Tuesday night and broken her collarbone, that was an injury ridden game, I got smacked in the chin with the ball..then collided with my batting partner, and then MMC broken her collarbone, another Mother and daughter team on the opposing side hit the ball into each other and OUCH my eyes filled with tears that must have hurt… I think I will not play again next season!

Although some days are not as thrilling as others, but it’s all in there, my likes, dislikes, my tears and rage hey, I even wrote a poem!