So I'm preparing for a writing conference that I'm presenting a workshop at. It's stressing me out a little bit.
I mean, it's really cool. I'm stoked. It's always been a dream of mine to combine the two things I love the most (writing and talking). But also? The title of my workshop is:
Memoir Writing: Pulling your pants down in traffic
I'm not kidding. In related news? Perhaps I'm a little bitter.
Actually, bitter is the wrong word. I'm really, really, REALLY thankful for all the cool stuff I get to do. Seriously. Every time I research something about going green I think, "I get paid to write about this!". Every time I get an email from somebody who says, "Your book is so funny!" I think, "That's my dream and it's real". Whenever I write little blurbs that end up on dating websites (didn't know I did that, did you?) I think, "Considering how unromantic I am, this is really friggin' hilarious!" I mean, all those things are good. They make for a good life.
The other stuff? Not so much.
People ask me about writing a book about their lives. And why not, you know? Everyone has a story. I love stories about people's lives. But every time someone says that me I want really badly to scream, "OH GOD DON'T DO IT!" Because of how I feel. People can't understand why I feel that way and I can't really explain it either.
Regrets? I have them.
It doesn't keep me from writing, obviously, and it shouldn't keep anyone else from writing either. Would I do it again? Yes I would. In fact, I will.
Still. It feels weird to teach people something that is so conflicting to me.
I suppose that's part of the lesson. Something philosophical about the teacher being the student or something.
2 comments:
You'll do awesome!
The only people who have conflicts about writing memoir are those who have a story to tell.
So hang in there, and keep writing . . .
It's also something worth talking about at the workshop. Good luck with prep and presentation!
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