Prompt: For the first time in the history of your character, the character is actually following through on her New Year’s resolution.
Oh, so you want to hear about me? It’s all about me, indeed, me, me, me. And will she, will she come through with the New Year’s plan to stay with it? But the prompt says she will. Isn’t that wonderful. So she will write every day every day every day. At least for one hour, for one hour only. An easy task? Impossible task. Let’s pretend. It’s January 11 today, only eleven days into the New Year commitment. And what has our girl done? Let’s pretend. The girl – or is it an old lady now nearing the bewitching age where she can’t escape the appellation “old.” Can one publish a first book when “old?” SEVENTY old? What a fright! Freddy Krueger frightful. I saw that movie with my eyes closed, clutching the arms of my husband and my cousin Daniel (now dead, dead, DEAD). But then, I digress.
Our main character me me me is fulfilling her eleven-day-old resolution, if this prompt lasts one hour. Well, hell yes for today. Does she need a “container,” a serene place in which to write free of distractions, a photo of a beloved, air and light and view? Well, hell yes. She’s done that. Everything is set. Whisper softly, lady M. Siri is counting.
Now to establish a habit a habit a habit…
Marlena Maduro de Baraf (as you would say it in Panama, “belonging to Baraf”) has just completed the last draft of her memoir, Days of Opera, about coping with a difficult mother, about a Jewish girl – both insider outsider – living in a Catholic country, about leaving a galaxy of relations in order to find her self in another landscape.
Marlena has moved between the worlds of books, writing and design over the years–as a book editor at McGraw-Hill and Harper & Row, a principal with Just North LLC, Interior Design Studio, and writing. Always writing. A vignette from her memoir was published in The Westchester Review.