One day I came across Marcie Atkins site for writers and I was intrigued. Until I came across her revision post. Then it got me thinking and I wrote the following in one swoop.
Just what I was looking for one day when I had a hard time starting on my revisions. I was just sitting doing everything but THE THING I needed to do. Which was working or revising my memoir. I have put the conclusion aside for now while I work on tightening my scenes. My memoir teacher has offered to read from start to finish if I tighten my scenes. So I am hard at work. Or rather I should be once I get the distractions out of the way.
What makes it so hard to go right to the writing or the revision work we have to do? Why do we fight it so hard?
I know some of my reasons. I am afraid it is no good. That what I do is no good. And I know it is from my inner critic. Why can’t I silence it? I know it is not necessarily true, right? Right? or is it?
I am much better at putsing right now than working. I am searching the web. Going from thing to thing. Pinterest to Facebook to YouTube. Looking at ways to revise rather than actually doing the thing of revising. OK, Toughen up. Work.
Ok, I Just spent good portion of two hours learning scrivener. Then came across a document in my memoir about how hard my life was during this period of my life. No wonder I don’t want to work. I have to work, which is hard, I have to learn something new which is hard and hardest of all is how I have to re read and relive my life to write about it at all!! RELIVING it. The hard part. And it all was hard those lean years after my husband died. I felt so alone. so very alone.
My mother had turned away from me and gotten my older brother to believe I was a monster and I had no one else to turn to. My work friends were my work friends. They saw the confident nurse who others went to ask advice from. They did not see me cry buckets at home. Or fight with my son. Actually I had my sisters who often listened to me for hours on the phone but they lived in other states and Canada. Far away from me. And they were married.
So when I am writing this memior I have to relive the saddest hardest part of my life so far. Writing this memoir is HARD. So hard. It is a wonder I got this far. I am going to call Teresa, my memoir partner and see how she is doing.
This concludes the post on writing Memoir is hard. You heard it first on Clara Bowman-Jahn’s blog.
But I have a couple of great links for my writer friends:
Here is a great post from Linked IN about Pinterest for authors. Wonderful tips.
A great post on 29 writer conferences to learn about:
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