Unlocking Creativity: How Writing Islands Became the Secret to Building My Memoir’s Hidden Archipelago
For a decade, I wrote islands, over a hundred of them, with no purpose other than to get into words these seemingly-inscrutable feelings I had about fertility treatments and pregnancy loss — and a new layer to that story, the ambivalence of motherhood. Sometimes I only found five minutes and every now and then I found an hour to sit with my thoughts and form them into sentences. But it all felt very slow. I joked my project made me feel like the poetically-famous mariner with an albatross dangling from my neck.
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