A couple of years ago, I attended a generally meh conference and found myself at a blah workshop—and the entire weekend was suddenly reclaimed and not just salvaged but elevated to a peak experience by a sentence uttered by a woman whose name or face I no longer remember.
But what she said… that is chiselled on my mind.
Because she said…
“I lead a creative non-fiction life.”
Me too, sister, me too, I thought.
Actually, I think I said it out loud and applauded. I don’t think I stood up for a standing ovation. I should have.
There is no point to this story. Not really. Except that—I want to lead a creative non-fiction life. I think, generally, I do.
How about you?
You: That’s it? You call that a post?
Jane: What? Unfulfilled? Write a longer one of your own.
Or, you know, go through Postcards from Cuba or my Laugh Out Loud archive.