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In Conversation with Midge Raymond, Author of How to be an Everyday Writer: Tips and Prompts — 6 Comments

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  2. Thanks for the clarity, Midge. Small press steps in the gap and fills a need. Still cooking my memoir, though mostly written now, needing the fine skills of Sheila to organize, edit (again) and pronounce it ready. What needs to stay, what needs to go. When my body acclimates itself to the chemo assault and the good days are well defined from the bad days, I will submit it to her and then find the market for it. This wake up call brings home the thought that none of us has forever. Either the memoir has something to say or it doesn’t. Time to know!

  3. Barbarann,
    Thanks so much for your comments…it is so inspiring to hear about your continued writing and how you find drama and stories in everyday life. And re: the state of publishing — sorry that sounded daunting! While certainly diminishing opportunities is part of the reality, the good news is that small presses are out there and thriving through the industry chaos, and so as many doors that may be closing are opening elsewhere. I’m hopeful and optimistic!
    Thanks again for your thoughtful words — all the best to you!
    Midge

  4. Enthusiasm is half the battle in writing and yours lifts off the page. When have we thought we were hiding something about ourselves only to find out we could be seen and our vulnerability known? That baby raccoon might start off so many pieces of writing.

  5. What a wealth of information! Everyday writing came easily to me until this great interrupter called cancer. Getting geared up into the responses of my body to chemo will allow me to retrench and use the days I can write, to do it! Writing is therapeutic. I step back into my blog, http://www.makeminememoir.blogspot.com. The prompts are wonderful, of course, though I rarely get stuck here. Like yesterday. A mommy raccoon brought her baby to the bird feeder causing me to shriek her away. Huge, shaggy, old mama, she actually fled, abandoning her infant who hung over the edge of the deck, back to me, thinking he was hidden. All day story, like a lollipop! once again, Sheila, giving us this writer/publisher, provides insight to both sides of the process, though it is so daunting to hear her say our opportunities are diminishing.

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