(Found via Pinterest, attributed to author Anne Lamott)
I rather love the quotation from Anne Lamott above. It's quite true. However, truth goes both ways, and I have considered that a LOT in the past years, trying to carefully not "out" someone on my blog, be they friend, family, or alien.
I think what I'm left with is this -- the gritty stories are meant to be written in book form, looked over by an editor, hopefully accepted, and printed. Then people can decide if they want to read them or not. I can (and will) use "ID-changed-to-protect-the-perpetrator", but in some cases, that will be impossible, and I look back to Anne Lamott's quotation.
|My journals, and these aren't even all of them -- everything from early Korea and earlier were destroyed.|
On my blog, I can tell other stories. I'm Photoshopping my airplane photos so when I have less of a headache, I can tell the long story of me flying an airplane (twice) and what it meant to me. I've mentioned before that writing as if writing for a book is a lot harder than writing for a blog post. I don't know if anyone else finds that true, but I do. When I sit here, it just sort of flows from my fingers. Memoir stuff, I worry incessantly that no one wants to hear it, or it will be boring, or it will fall into the "you had to be there" category.
But I'll never know until I try.
(Anyone know a good publisher who's willing to take a chance on me?)
|Who knows what is behind Door #1.|
One thing I'm finding true -- not everything needs to be written publicly. That's the beauty of private Facebook groups, messages, emails, phone calls, and the delete button. I often cross the line for some people, but I do think when I have something to write (especially now, since I so recently got my behind and my head handed to me on a platter for writing about MYSELF). I will think twice, but I'll still write.
But I have these stories. Some are really, really interesting, some have incredible morals, some are hilarious, and some are tear-jerkers (never ask me about snow in November, for instance). I don't know why I have to go through all the pain and mental agony that Lyme, Babesia, Mycoplasma, and non-alcoholic liver disease bring into my life, but there has to be a reason. Maybe writing that book is the reason. Maybe I need to not fear negative reviews, or anonymous emails, or anything like that. I'm sure every author at every level has had to deal with it, so that makes me no different and no more special -- suck it up, buttercup.
Therefore, I'll write my stories. Currently, I only write privately for Zack, because in case something ever happens to me, I want him to know without a doubt how much he means to me, and the things he does that tickle me pink. But I have my own stories.
And I'm going to tell them.
Lori Anderson creates jewelry and bead kits as well as collaborative mixed media art with her son, Zack. Visit her shops by clicking on the right side bar of this blog (please and thank you!). She is also the creator of the Bead Soup Blog Party® and author of the book "Bead Soup" via Kalmbach Publishing.