This week’s topic is:
Have you ever made yourself cry (over what you did to a character) while writing a book?
No, not to a character as such, but I did shed a few tears when I wrote my memoir ‘Waiting in the Wings’ while remembering past times spent with relatives who are no longer alive.
My aunt June was an amazing woman, not intelligent in the classic sense, but gifted with oodles of common sense, a happy nature, and a warm personality that endeared her to everybody she met. I loved to stay at her house during some of the school holidays, and she would make my day exciting in a way that my own mother never seemed to. We’d go to fairgrounds and ride on rollercoasters, make glitter pictures, swim in the garden pool, and there was a large dressing up box in the shed full of clothes…
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Thanks Lela.
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