Storytime

Last week I ventured to another library and ran a memoir writing workshop for Seniors Week. It was a lot of fun (and boy was I nervous!) and I'm glad to say not only was there a good turn out but I received some very good comments. In fact one lovely bunch of women would love me to come back each week and help them step by step through their writing. I did make them write and the majority were more than eager to share their work. It was so interesting to discover that while most people know exactly  what they 'want' to write about, when it is said out loud it does sometime lose it's glamour. It becomes a bit humdrum. What we discovered during these two hours was the glory of the aside. People would say 'I''m writing a story about this time when this happened and this happened and I remember vividly this happening". All nice, all great social commentary...but then they would say something like 'and that's when she got the gun out and trie...

May 15....10 am....the idea was no matter where in the world you were, you took a photo. On that day, at that time, then posted it to the site . I was meant to be walking with my friend, however we called it off due to the heavy rain. So when 10 am came about, I walked outside my front door...onto the deck...and took a photo. Rain dripping off the metal kookaburra sculpture, autumnal foliage in the background. It was very interesting to see the photographs collected. So many from Australia ...(a few in my local area)...but there were photos from the UK, Spain, Dubai, Malta, Malaysia, Denmark, Fiji, NZ, India, Hawaii, PNG, Venezuela, Canada, Austria, Finland, Thailand, Singapore and the US. Perhaps other countries, but not everyone posted their location. So what makes a Frozen Moment in Time? There were a lot of selfies....a lot of photos of people. And there is no denying that people are a big part of our moments. Some of these moments will never happen again. So...