I'm ready to wake up some souls.
It's been a really long time since I sobbed in public over something I was reading. I guess maybe shorter than some. It was probably about a year or so ago in Panera Bread, when I read Wild, when I realized I would lose my mother one day, and of course I knew, but I felt it then. It became a true fact rather than a far away thought. I also knew in that moment I was not happy with the ring on my finger. I sobbed at that table, next to the counter where workers were trying not stare as they built their bread bowls. That's what stories can do. They can whisper, "Here. This is what you're feeling. This is why you're feeling it."
For my Fabulism class with the wonderful Jane Delury I had to read a short story called "The Rememberer," by Amy Bender. & here I am crying in Starbucks. (I swear I visit independent coffee shops). but "The Rememberer" was a woman losing her husband and in every way it reminded me of how fragile life is.
My favorite lines:
"HE is shedding a million years a day. I am not a scientist, but this is roughly what I figured out."
"If he's not here, It's my job to remember."
My next goal is to write a short story solely based on the second quote. I'm in love with any short story that puts a burn in my belly, wakes up my chest, and makes me ferocious to write and wake souls.
What you'll find here:
A Dash Of Motivation
Emily Ann Hansen
I'm a writer and teacher living in Baltimore City. I'm originally from Chicago. I graduated from Columbia College Chicago with a BA in Fiction. Instead of babbling, I will list a few of the things in life that make me happy: