Unlock the Hidden Power of Your Story: Transform Words into Mesmerizing Art with Anne Gudger’s CRAFT
My first draft/not draft of my memoir, The Fifth Chamber, was pretty much me typing up my journals. Not every word, because my stack of yellow legal pads was taller than my stretched- out hand, and buckets of pages said the same thing: “I miss you. I don’t know how I’m going to go on without you. Why’d you die and leave me?” Tear-stained pages with smeared ink from me writing as fast as I could, wanting the words out of me and onto the page. Pages smudged with cigarette ash too because, yup, I turned back to smoking in my brokenness. You can judge me for that. It didn’t last.
