I am how many years into writing my memoir? Three? Four? I bet you’re wondering when it will be done. I can’t say. As in, I have no idea.
It sounds tireless, but in these three or four years I have gained more than 130 pages of text. I have participated in conferences, attended workshops, taken numerous classes, and have read everything I can get my hands on, about, or in the form of memoir. It is a drive for understanding.
Because I began in confusion.
I was confused about my anxiety, my worth, my purpose. So I wrote. And wrote. And wrote.
And now people tell me they like my writing which is like putting a soft, fluffy pillow on the hard chair I sit on. It makes it easier to come back to, allows me to stay a bit longer.
This is crucial for memoir. I have found that self-knowledge by introspection sinks deeper than I had originally imagined. Sitting alone, I have burrowed into calcified memories and pried them apart to have a good look at their meaning, usually one that files me under the category of, well, mortal.
In other terms that means horrendously flawed.
I’ve learned to be objective. The classes didn’t teach me this. The books didn’t teach me this. It’s just a little wrap of kindness I realized was there all along. Sometimes we put it around the shoulders of someone else, and other times we clutch its corners like oncoming death.
Because that’s what the world requires from us.
In the past several years, I have received more than my fair share of kindness after sharing my story. It erupted from a state of vulnerability into a full blown shower of appreciation and gratitude from strangers, friends, classmates, editors, and authors. Because they believe my story matters.
Everyone has a story that matters.
The hours, days, years suddenly don’t mean anything because what I’ve found along the way has impact. It has scoured away my original doubt and confusion and gives me purpose. Wrapped in the beauty of kind words, I’m grounded here. With you.
I am grateful.
3 thoughts on “On Writing: Memoir Update”
I hear you. I too am grateful for sticking with writing a memoir. I bow my head to you, keep going.
Years will be worth the wait. You always need time to write down thoughts and a life, for that matter! It will be perfect for you when you’re done.
Write well, be happy!
barbie, another fantastic entry. you are indeed a Wordsmith:)
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