I never got a good solid grip on Heather Blakey’s creative wonderland known as Soul Food Cafe, now archived (though with a beating heart). Nonetheless, it fed me at a critical time when I was learning to think of myself as “writer” and to trust and value that. Faint footprints through wormholes in the internet let me to Heather’s space, While Waiting for Godot. There, I found a video link that hit me where I have been living.
Thank you, Heather, for putting this step-stone in my path. Dr. Joe’s concept of “unmemorizing” yourself flashed lightning in my orderly brain that so loves its long-established habits. After viewing the video — and downloading his book via Audible, I made all of my blogs under my “in real life” name private, and have put them on ice. They’re lovely, but they’re memoir. What I’m after is to finish the novel I began five years ago and to write from my hawk brain and ravenous heart, to write from that fever and strength, not the artful but sometimes minced words crafted for my siblings and kind acquaintances to read. Here I can write from a blank page, free to explore, to step outside my own self-imposed limitations.