I was reading a student…

I was reading a student story earlier, one lush with detail, and had a sudden thought: embodied! That is what is wrong with my memoir. Which, I knew already -- I knew that the next draft needed to be about revising to layer in sensory detail, the physicality of both place and human bodies. But somehow the word, 'embodied' -- it helps. I want this book to be more than simply theoretical; I want it to be muscular, pulsing, flushed.

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