I didn’t really generate any new work last week. I started to write about the bedroom my twin sister and I shared in our childhood home, but it wasn’t very interesting. It hasn’t so far sparked any revelations, and that’s my favorite part of writing memoir.
One of the snapshots I sent to a publication was rejected last week. I had only sent it to one place, so there’s still plenty of hope. I just need to compile a list of possible places.
A serendipitous event: I attended a University of Connecticut webinar about Harry Potter in Yiddish and discovered my fourth cousin on my paternal grandmother’s side in the list of participants. I think we may have lost touch in the 1990s. I asked myself, “What if I hadn’t attended this webinar?” Bashert? (Interested in hearing some Harry Potter in Yiddish? Click here.)
This week will be filled with heavy grading before the onslaught of final projects and papers coming in next week. Now that my novel revisions are mostly done, I think I can devote this week’s writing sessions and their prompts to generating something new and perhaps unexpected. I might decide to write about my mother’s maternal grandmother, Esther Toby Drewno Entel, whom she adored. I have no pictures of her, because this “Old World” woman thought photos would steal her soul.
I’m thinking of dedicating a week (as much as possible) to a stay-at-home retreat to complete snapshot drafts and get them ready to send out into the world. Maybe the last week of May.