Still writing memoir
Unless we are employed by the media or by those who pay us to write, writing our memoir has very little to do with tangible rewards such as money or fame.
But the intangible rewards are worth a mention… These include
- Re-evaluating the self and everything we think we know about our lives. That daunting idea begins to unfold with the very first words that hit the page, and goes on for the whole period during which we may call our work unfinished, challenging us constantly to reconsider, both the good and the bad.
- The sheer joy in doing something we have thought of doing for years and finally get round to doing. With all the records we’ve been dying to set straight for years, now is our opportunity to finally have our say. How liberating!
- The space to dump emotional garbage we have been carrying around for years. What a joy it has been, to finally discard rubbish that has lain around clogging up my heart for decades. What a joy to admit all the small and larger secrets, the things we loathe, love and can’t be arsed with. What pleasure to find and refine our authentic voice, to speak true. After all the twisting, aching pain, there is a real sense of coming home to something better and more anchored.
- The rearrangement of our perspectives. An inevitable consequence of going into all our memories and back out again, is the awareness that the process itself has altered our perspectives. That process is unavoidable, as we come up close and personal. We meet all our significant others with more love, acceptance that is, of itself, worth all the agony. That knowledge, that coming to terms is not something we can gain, except by writing about it, spending the time which forces us to re-evaluate.
So, with all these good and worthy aims spinning around in our ideas box, next time we take a look at the hows of writing memoir, which is the question this series started with.
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Diane Dickson
September 5, 2017 @ 4:22 pm
I love the idea of such a cleansing – I do think though that you must be very brave to do it honestly. Not sure I could.
Fran Macilvey
September 5, 2017 @ 5:16 pm
I’m sure you could! But you probably don’t want to or need to – I’m sure fiction is as cathartic as memoir; it just takes the same sort of circs and makes something else out of them. 🙂 xx