I have class on Tuesday and after class I am meeting with my memoir teacher Edvige Giunta. I look forward to going over my 2,014 word draft of my final memoir. I will write for an hour a day at the library until Memoirfest on May 9th. Memoirfest starts at 5:30pm. Edi sent out an email today to the class to let everybody know that I need a ride to the party. I look forward to reading two pages of “Tale of Three Half Sisters” at Memoirfest and being in such good company with all the other memoir students and alumni. I look forward to seeing Cassandra Casella there. I met her at Memoirfest last December!
I will be meeting with Dr. Giunta next Tuesday after class to discuss my draft of my memoir and it is 2,014 words long. I am writing notes that are chunks of information that I want to include or weave into my narrative like my difficult relationship with my step dad Neil, my relationship with my mom, my family, my friends and other insights into my life as it was in my teens, 20s and now 30s.
I remember when I was taking Memoir Workshop with Dr. Giunta the first time because my mom Shellon was sick in the hospital. She had surgery and when she came back home she had to go back to the hospital because of an infection she got from the surgery. My mom goes everywhere with me because I think about her all the time.
Three Half Sisters will be the title of my memoir I will write by the end of this semester. My memoir piece will be anywhere from 4,000 to 5,000 words long. I remember in the short book Living to Tell the Tale one chapter talks about using photographs and writing about photographs. There is a picture in an old family photo album of my three half sisters holding me when I was a baby. The picture was taken in a mosque. I don’t know but I’m guessing it’s the mosque my deceased biological father was a member of. We all share the maiden name Karim including me of course. I am not in touch with my three half sisters and that used to make me sad but I had to accept the fact that they don’t seem to want me in their lives…
I have to submit a 2,000 word draft of my final memoir in two weeks. I submitted a 203-word proposal for my final memoir which is to be at least 4,000 words long. I am going to be expanding on my 900-word practice memoir that I workshopped last Tuesday in class but there are a lot of “holes” in my narrative that my teacher Dr. Giunta and many of my classmates gave me feedback on that I can fill and just make sure I get my word count to 2,000 words in the next two weeks. The latest I can submit my draft of my final memoir is March 31st. I plan to get started working on Monday. There is no time like the present. I want to start working now so even if I actually submit my memoir closer to the later deadline it will be as good as I can craft it. I am going to proofread it after I type it as well.
I wrote a 918-word practice memoir about my relationship with My Three Half Sisters and my mother. I wrote about my adolescent years. I plan to fill in gaps in my narrative by writing about my childhood. There is an old photograph I am going to look for. In the photograph I am a baby and my sisters are holding me. I think we were at a mosque when the photograph was taken. Edi my memoir teacher said I need to write this scene with me, my mother and my half sisters at the psychiatrist’s office. I also want to write about when I visited my sister Alison often when we still lived in Brooklyn between the ages of twelve and thirteen. Me, my oldest half sister Alison and my friend Lisa went to a concert known as the Budweiser Superfest in the summer of 1994. My parents and I moved to Ewing, New Jersey later in August 1994.
I am going to be reading a short book of about 82 pages that could be considered a novella by Kathryn Harrison called “the mother knot”. My goal for this semester is to write a rich 4,000-5,000 word final memoir about my relationship with my mother Shellon. Our relationship has changed a lot since my childhood, my adolescence even since my 20s. Since I turned 30 I began to feel good about myself as a black woman but my mother always told me I was “her beautiful daughter” or her “Esha”. My mom tells me of how proud she is of the woman I’ve become. My life is not perfect but I love my life. I can remember how when I was a little girl my mother took me to Kindergarten on the first day of school. Here I am about to graduate from college in August ’15. At family gatherings like funerals and weddings and barbeques my relatives that I had not seen in years always were shocked to see how grown a woman I am compared to the child they remember.
I am taking an Advanced Memoir workshop class in this, my last semester of college. I am reading four books that my teacher Edi Giunta is using to teach us how to write time in memoir and how to write scenes and about place and how to write characters and even dialogue. I am looking forward to writing my memoir proposal in the next three weeks and then I have to write a 2,000 word draft the following week. My memoir is going to be about my relationship with my mother and how it’s changed since my childhood or adolescence.
I was reading DeSalvo’s The Art of Slow Writing and I came across a reference to Kathryn Harrison’s The Mother Knot on page 8. I thought oh that’s an idea I can write my 4,000-5,000 memoir about my relationship with my mother Shellon Karim-Lewis. That is what I wish to accomplish by the end of this semester, my last semester in college. I like the idea of writing a memoir about my relationship with my mother. We have had our not so good times of course but I really love and trust my mother with my life, with my dreams and with my secrets. Once I start writing once I finish it I’ll let friends read it. I hope to get honest but good comments.