I’ve been reading Writing Down the Bones this week. I wasn’t really loving it at first; I felt like Goldberg was telling me what to do, and I don’t especially like being told what to do (to which my mother, among others, can surely attest). Then Heather mentioned that she really likes it, so I started reading a little more closely. Apparently you can’t tell me what to do, but I’m highly influence-able.

I didn’t end up changing my opinion of the book, though, just changed how I read it, so I guess maybe I can hold on to that notion that I have my own mind after all. Maybe.

At any rate, I realized that Writing Motherhood is really Writing Down the Bones for the mother-writer set, but with more (and more specific) writing prompts. In case you were needing a pithy little encapsulation of a book I talked about weeks ago. (Well, in case you needed that AND you’ve read Writing Down the Bones; if not, my clever little description probably doesn’t do much for you.)