Heidi's posted another writing prompt: this time, a six-word memoir, a la Smith Magazine (via Talk of the Nation). I can't stop thinking about it. The fingers of my left hand are continually counting the words I'm stringing together in my head. Five? Out. Seven? Out. Six? Yeah, but is it a true six? Here's the first memoirette I feel pretty sure about. Yeah, I'm looking into the future here, but why not hope for the best? My life in six words:
Slow germination. Late bloomer. Good fruit.
So, what do you have to say for yourself? I'd like to read your life story in six words. So would Heidi. Go on, I dare you.