It All Changed in an Instant

I have a lot of catching up to do in regards to posting about the books I’ve read in the last few months, but I’m not going to start from the beginning. Instead, I’m going to start with the latest one!

At least two people I know have attempted the 50 Books in a year since I did, most recently my former roommate and dearly-missed friend, Kristen, who just started a lovely blog called Living Literary. I was reading her newest post last night and thinking about how I had failed to post about my books recently, but also that I seem to fail to provide any criticism, most of the time, of what I read.

Well, that isn’t going to change in this post.

It All Changed in an Instant is the new six word memoir book from Smith Magazine. I read their earlier books, Not Quite What I Was Planning and Six Word Memoirs on Love and Heartbreak for last year’s 50 books in a year. I really love the format, just as I love websites like onesentence.org. I got an email a while ago saying that one of the six word memoirs I had posted to the Smith Magazine website had been chosen as a finalist for the new book. I hadn’t heard anything since then, but I was still hopeful that maybe it would be in this book.

It wasn’t, but that’s okay. Because my six word memoir, which I wrote last year after reading Not Quite What I Was Planning, was “Happiest pretending to be someone else.” And while that was quite perfect for me at that point in my life, it’s not true anymore. And so, I posted some more over there and hold out hope for the next book.

I truly love the six word memoir books. The people at Smith Magazine set out to do something different - to challenge people to tell their story in only six words, the way Ernest Hemingway had (For sale: baby shoes, never worn.) and in the process proved that you really can tell a powerful story with only six words. Sometimes, I’d say, a great deal better than with 6,000 or 600,000.

I’ll be thinking in six word sentences for a couple of days now.

My favourites?

Writing is easy. Life is hard.
Nearing 60, still on rough draft.
Friendship test: willingness to be inconvenienced.
Only I define who I am.
Why walk when you can fly?
“Give up.” “Never.” “You’ll die.” “Maybe.”
A series of self fulfilling prophecies.
Last chapter hasn’t been written yet.
We’re both someone else’s problem now.
Off in my own little world.
Journalism? Hah! Just make stuff up.
I’m holding on with both hands.
One plane ride can change everything.

Comment in six words. I dare you.

7 Comments

  • By Shaun McAlister, February 10, 2010 @ 9:53 am

    You have to die to live.

  • By Shaun McAlister, February 10, 2010 @ 10:41 am

    Lust is easy Love is hard

  • By Hezabelle, February 10, 2010 @ 12:50 pm

    At least I have great hair.

  • By Laura, February 10, 2010 @ 3:13 pm

    Breakfast is better reading your words.

  • By Faebala, February 10, 2010 @ 4:37 pm

    Virtual hugs for you. Star, star!

  • By Christine Sweeton *The Chris*, February 10, 2010 @ 10:06 pm

    Going to Spain - See you soon.

  • By Dad, February 24, 2010 @ 6:57 pm

    Words are hard. Love is easy.

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