I haven’t posted much recently because I’ve been busy with work and clients. This, of course, means that I haven’t been doing any writing either. There is a write-a-thon coming up next weekend and I intend to take full advantage of the 12 hours of dedicated writing time.
So what am I going to do with those 12 hours?
Writing the vignettes wasn’t difficult, easier than writing chapters in a novel because I could bounce around depending on my mood and what I wanted to explore. I know there are a few more vignettes I need to write, but I need to revisit what I’ve written because I think I have only scratched the surface.
Authenticity is by far the most important aspect of memoir writing. I’ve been honest, but I am wondering how deep that honesty runs? By that I mean, have I found the raw truth, the truth that hurts, the truth that exposes emotions trapped by years in the recesses of our minds?
I don’t know the answer to that question, but without knowing it, I know I can’t write more, or rather more with any true meaning.
So, at the write-a-thon I will re-read what I’ve written, figure out the tough questions, and prepare to revise. It is both exciting and terrifying because there is that possibility that I won’t be able to accomplish my goal. It is imperative to me that I write about my mother, our relationship, truthfully, while also showing readers just how important she was to me, how she made me the person I am today, while also showing that she was human, she made mistakes, she made choices I understand and don’t understand, but that I was her world, and above all she loved me so deeply.