So, as you may know, I’m in revision mode on a memoir.
Last month, I decided to dedicate some space on this blog to document my journey to finish this project.
You can read about that here. I wrote that I wanted to make a record. To reveal moments of clarity, doubt and insanity; the process. That even as a writing coach, I, too, need a schedule and some witnesses to keep me accountable and encouraged.
To that end, here are some selected scenes from January for what I’m calling my periodic blogumentary.
Tuesday, January 2
I respond to every e-message and Facebook post as they arrive; run up and down the stairs to stay on top of multiple loads of laundry; take my car in for a wash and balance my checkbook.
Thursday, January 4
First writing day of 2018. I dig back into a scene from the early nineteen-seventies where my mother checks in on my brother who, at 10, was quite shy. After I write this scene, my brother, now 55, calls to tell me about how he has taken a tough stance with the bank and car dealership so that we will not under any circumstances be going underwater with our mother’s car.
Friday, January 5
I return to another scene from the early seventies, revisiting the moment my mother first sees me, post-auto accident. I remember her expression when she sets eyes on my mouth – where my main physical injury occurred – and I am reminded of how she refused to look at her own reflection in the mirror when she was sick for so many months prior to her death last year.
Thursday, January 18
A coffee conversation with a friend who writes young adult fiction gives me the confidence to let go of sentences which didn’t read as authentically twelve for the section in my book written from a young girl’s perspective. She reminds me that what comes after trauma doesn’t come all at once, but in small bits, slowly. Later, I notice that I have more emotional distance from a pivotal scene with my father, which allows me to soften it and let the storyline create the scene’s poignancy.
Monday, January 22
I take a treadmill break and am flooded with surety about adding a new “character.” She’s been in, then out, and in-and-out again. But with my heart rate up and sweat dripping down my brow, I suddenly recognize the mark she made on me as it relates to the narrative and when I get back to my laptop, my fingers can barely keep pace with the flow of my thoughts.
Tuesday, January 23
I write 3,500 words and take a long lunch break and watch “The Chew.” When I get back to my office to reread what I wrote, most of it is windup, but there are 250 really good words that are worth keeping.
Friday, January 25
I spend most of the day reading the entire manuscript – start to finish – making little tweaks here and there, and when I’m done, I think, this feels close to whole as I can get it today. I set it aside for a much-needed break.
Monday, January 29
I rise early and read certain sections of the manuscript again, the parts more recently written. I find typos, as well as phrases that need tightening or clarifying. A writer can endlessly edit. But I let out a long exhale, craft an email to my trusted editor, attach the document and press send. Several hours later, two ideas for new complete sections come to me. I sigh, grab my iPhone, and jot them down. A writer writes even when she isn’t writing.
Sunday, February 10
My editor tells me she’ll have notes for me in a few weeks. While I wait for feedback – which we writers desperately need but desperately fret over, too – I am noticing more psychic space, more room for random thoughts even though many still have to do with the book. But I am also noticing an unhinged feeling, some rootlessness. A worrisome thought comes: Once this work is completed, who I will be?
Photo from Unsplash by Alexa Mazzarello.
2 thoughts on “Clarity, Doubt and Insanity: The Edit”
I love Tuesday, January 2. Thursday, January 18, reminds me of many conversations with you! If this blogumentary is a hint of what to expect in your memoir, you’re nailing it. Can’t wait for the end result.
I tried to keep it as real as I could – as if a documentary filmmaker was holding a camera on my every move! Thanks for your support and vote of confidence, Jan!