On the first day of a writing seminar I’m taking this semester, we were asked to introduce ourselves by sharing a six-word memoir (or at least a six-word statement about the self). The idea, popularized by Smith Magazine, makes a fun exercise to try again and again. How much can we express in six words? How compelling a story? How witty an idea? How poignant a reflection?
I’m trying to do more playing in my freewriting and journalling lately (I may share more playful posts as I come across other interesting exercises), so I spent some time outside class playing with this prompt:
- Started a Facebook religion called Wisco-theism.
- Memorized sonnets during varsity basketball games.
- Wisconsin woman went West, writing water.
- Explores new grocery stores for fun.
- Writer guilt: haven’t read that, either.
- Enchanted by geyser steam, sulfur smell.
- Writing my thesis. Sleep? What sleep?
- Self-conscious about those flat Midwestern vowels.
- Eventual writing grad seeks health insurance.
- Worry I watch too much Netflix.
- I drove to Lubbock once—deliberately.
- I love this round world, anyway.
- Won a date with Tad Hamilton.
What’s your six-word memoir?