I talk a lot about books around here. Most of it’s fiction, because if we’re being honest, stories are sometimes way more interesting than reality. At least, it often seems this way. When I was younger, I thought nonfiction meant the kind of books you use for research projects – big chunky things like textbooks. I never really thought of nonfiction as something people enjoyed reading for fun.
Fortunately, I got over that misconception as I got older, and even though nonfiction still isn’t my genre of choice, I read a lot more of it. I even have a couple of favorite nonfiction books, which I’m sharing today!
A few months ago, I took a creative writing class at my school. Our first assignment was to write a memoir, which, despite my initial frustrations, was a pretty fun project. Out of all of the pieces I wrote during that class, my memoir is what I’m most proud of, and I think it is one of the better things I’ve written in a while.
I suppose you’re probably wondering, why am I talking so much about this memoir? Well, I wanted to use this week’s blog post to share it with you. Like I said, it’s something I really enjoyed writing, and it’s a piece that I’m rather proud of. So, if you read it and like it, let me know! I’d really love to hear your thoughts on it.