How and when to write the seared, charred, blistered parts

 

I’ve seen this happen too often and saw it again when my friend began writing his memoir—by writing about the most traumatic year of his life. Yikes!

 

When memoirists start by writing the super-painful stuff, too often they become overwhelmed all over again with the devastation they endured—and soon they give up writing altogether. Don’t let that happen to you.

 

Please hear this: Begin your memoir by writing your easy stories—the happy stories, the funny incidents, the fascinating experiences. That way you can ease your way into both writing and doing the reflecting that memoir is.

 

You don’t have to write your chapters/vignettes in the same order they’ll appear in your completed memoir. Write them in any order that’s easiest for you. Later you can organize them in the best way.

 

My heart wants you to fall in love with:

• remembering,
• and pondering,
• and discovering the good stuff you overlooked in the past,
• and making sense of what used to mystify you,
• and with writing,
• and with choosing just the right words,
• and with fashioning your story as a gift for others.

 

For now, give yourself permission to begin with easy stories. Tackle your hard stories later.

 

Even if you’re not physically putting your aching, tender, throbbing accounts into words (with pen and ink or on a computer screen), you are working on the story. I can’t explain how that works but, behind the scenes, your heart and brain are working on how to write the troubling stuff.

 

Let your heartache marinate for a few weeks or months—or however long it takes. Pour out your heart to God. Wait patiently before Him, putting your hope in Him (Psalm 62:5-6).

 

He bends down and listens to you, He hears and answers (Psalm 116:1-2).

 

Stay alert. One day you’ll be vacuuming the car, or playing catch with your grandson, or folding laundry, and you’ll have one of those A-HA! moments.

 

Or maybe you’ll hear a song, or someone else’s story, or a Bible verse, or a poem and, out of the blue, God speaks, or maybe nudges, offering you insight and clarity about your hurtful experiences.

 

When that happens, listen. Jot down notes to yourself. You’ll be mining treasures. Later you can use your notes to compose your rough draft.

 

Speaking of your rough draft: It is for your eyes only.

 

Because of that, you can write it all—the seared, charred, blistered parts, the questions you never had the courage to ask aloud, the doubts you kept secret, the anger you kept bottled up. You will revise your memoir numerous times before you publish it so keep this in mind: You can always delete, or revise, the bleeding and raw portions of your first draft. For now, just wrestle them into writing, for your own sake.

 

Invite God to sit close beside you as you write. He wants to help you remember, maybe to see things differently, to notice the ways He helped in the past and continues to help you day by day, year by year. He wants you to see there’s a good place for you on this side of your pain.

 

Memoirist Kathleen Pooler said this of writing her two memoirs: “When I first started writing out my stories, facing painful memories was difficult. As I kept writing, new insights revealed themselves to me . . . just through the process of facing them and writing about them. I experienced healing through reading my own words and began to feel I was on the other side of pain.”  (Kathleen Pooler, Ever Faithful to His Lead and Just the Way He Walked)

 

The Agony and Ecstasy of Memoir Writing: Digging Deep

If you’re writing about—or trying to write about—an excruciating experience, you’ll identify with Kathy Pooler.  

She’s a dear lady and fellow memoirist who today shares with us—in a transparent, sometimes painful way—the agony as well as the ecstasy she’s faced while writing her second memoir.

So, we welcome you, Kathy, and look forward to the insights, advice, and encouragement you have for us, your fellow memoirists.

As I work on my second memoir, Daring to Hope: A Mother’s Story of Healing from Cancer and Her Son’s Alcohol Addiction, I find myself knee-deep in the swamp of memories that pop up at the strangest times—when I’m standing in line at the grocery store or trying to fall asleep at night.

I call them “scene pops” and have learned that anything that keeps me up at night is worth writing down.

When you write a memoir, the story is always with you. The challenge is to capture the moments that will invite and keep your reader in the story. The moments that matter.

But just when I think the manuscript is finished enough for a professional editor, I think of another scene or detail that I need to include. It feels like a faucet has been turned on and keeps flowing. The story is not quite ready, much like baking a cake requires all the right ingredients before you put it in the oven. My story needs a few more ingredients before I ship it.

Like most things in life, timing is everything.

How much deeper do I need to go?

My writing group tells me that I need to show more about why seeing my fourteen-year-old son drunk for the first time was so horrifying to me. They have challenged me to keep digging deeper so that the reader will feel and understand my responses.

This is the agony part . . . the part where revisiting painful memories stirs up deep-seated emotions.

A litany of questions bombard me:

Why didn’t this young mother take action sooner?

What could she have done that would have made a difference?

How could she stand to look into her son’s hollow eyes and not want to rescue him from his self-destructive tendencies?

How can she not blame herself for her son’s addiction?

How does a mother handle an addicted child while fighting her own cancer?

In Writing Down the Bones, Natalie Goldberg notes:

“Caress the divine details, touch them tenderly. Let your whole body touch the river you are writing about, so if you call it yellow or stupid or slow, all of you is feeling it” (page 50).

I’m listening and caressing those divine details in what I call “manageable doses,” meaning I work on it for brief periods of time, then put it aside. Sometimes I need a few days before I revisit it. As time goes by, the amount of time I need to stay away has decreased. There were times when I shelved this project for months as I worked through the sensitivities of writing about my children.

Too. Darn. Painful.

I want to honor the story and do it justice. Giving myself time to process it is part of taking care of myself so the story can take care of itself.

The only way to the other side of the swamp is through and, as long as I keep writing, I can begin to see the shoreline in sight.

Memoir writing is a journey of self-discovery that slowly reveals itself layer by layer.

There are surprises, detours, and potholes along the way. But if I keep persisting on the path, I trust it will make sense.

Here’s the ecstasy part . . . treasures that are unearthed as I keep digging past the guilt and shame and terror of loving an addicted child.

We all have a story we tell ourselves about ourselves. Writing about it, though fraught with challenges, gives me the opportunity to make sense of it and even reframe the story. In my case, the mother who unwittingly enabled her son turned out to be the mother who never gave up hope. Reflecting on the struggles, losses and regrets—so the reader sees, feels, hears, smells in the moments I describe—brings that reader into my experience.

If I can make sense of the jumble of memories, my life review, I can reflect on who I am, the meaning and purpose of my life and where my pain has taken me. In doing so, someone else can relate my story to their story and perhaps gain some perspective that may help them travel their own path.

And isn’t that why we write memoir, to make sense of our lives and share the message that will inspire and enlighten others as well as ourselves?

Writing my memoirs has helped me 

lift the burdens of my past 

and share the lessons of that pain. 

The agony of reliving the pain 

is rewarded by the ecstasy of self-discovery 

and sharing a story 

that will touch others in meaningful ways.

When readers reach out to me to let me know 

that my story was meaningful to them, 

I know it was worth all the agony.

And what better time than now 

to tell the story only I can tell? 

If not now, when? 

And if I don’t write it, who will?

Kathy Pooler, a retired family nurse practitioner and a cancer survivor, authored Ever Faithful to His Lead: My Journey Away from Emotional Abuse and will soon publish her second memoir. Check out Kathy’s blog, Memoir Writer’s Journey, and follow her on Facebook.

This post was originally published on Kathy’s blog, 

Memoir Writer’s Journey,  November 6, 2017.

Kathy and I got together for lunch a few years ago.