Pacing Book Writing
my book is not all about trauma, but so much of it is and knowing that this is such an enormous part of my story feels a bit awful
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I’ve written 40,000 words for my book.
I started this project in 2015, so it’s not like I didn’t have anything to start with. I’m in the phase of book writing where all I want to do is work on my book. You might think, “That’s great!” But seeing all of the trauma of my life splayed out is feeling intense and sad. The book is not all about trauma, but so much of it is and knowing that trauma (big T and little t) is such an enormous part of my story feels a bit awful.
My therapist recently reminded me about pacing. I’ve never been good at pacing myself with anything. I’m either very much in the weeds of something and want to continue the flow of that or I just want to get it over with. I don’t have a middle ground. I’m trying to do this differently.
Things I’m doing to help myself pace this work include:
taking mini dance breaks
laughing at TikTok videos
getting outside and being in nature
reading fiction
writing poetry (I’m also trying to publish a book of poems this year)
I’m reading a lot of memoir & autotheory right now, since that’s what I’m writing. I find myself thinking about the publication of my book and if anyone will buy it. I don’t need or want to be thinking about this. I’m afraid of it being a massive flop. I’m afraid of reviewers dissecting my trauma under a microscope or being told that I used theory incorrectly.
I’m writing about things that have happened to me (and the real people who did them) and I’m not getting their permission to do so. I’m obviously not naming names, but I’m still in thought about the ethics of that. However, I’m not going to reach out to those who have maimed me to ask if it’s okay if I write about them (and what they did to me). I’m not going to look up my high school bullies. I’m not going to search for any of the four men who raped me. I’m not going to contact exes, especially when they treated me so horribly at the end.
The book is not all about these things, but they are integral to my life’s story and to the book’s story. They are integral to my activism, my values, and my goal of liberation. Searching for and finding belonging in a variety of online spaces for a variety of things has been something I’ve done since I’ve had the internet. It has mostly worked out in my favor, but there have been definite hiccups and a lot of turmoil along the way.
I think of the internet as my online playground. It can be messy, loud, and crowded. It can also feel like a peaceful cottage in the woods, depending on the spaces (and people) you find. I’m trying to write about and hold the both/and of this. I think I can do it.
Dearest Reader, if you have advice on memoir writing and pacing, please drop it below in the comments or email me! I would love to hear from you.
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This is 💯 relatable. I just finished the second draft of my memoir. Felt like excavating a bullet.
Last werk I started listening to Mary Karr’s ART OF MEMOIR again & this part really resonated:
“In some ways, writing a memoir is knocking yourself out with your own fist, if it’s done right. Nobody I know that’s written a great one has described it as anything less than a major league shit-eating contest. Anytime you try to collapse the distance between your delusions about the past and what really happened, there’s suffering involved.”
I asked friends who also wrote memoirs if it was like that for them and they said it wasn’t. But I think it depends on the story, because it did feel painful because mine is a painful and at times violent story. So I called my therapist, lol. 🥰
Also, thank you SO MUCH for the shout out to my bears piece on Feral Stack! 💕
Reading has been a helpful way for me to pace so that I can take in other forms of writing and that also helps me answer the ethical questions. With that being said, I also know this can feel like "work". Cats and naps are also very effective!