Writing a memoir is
not the equivalent of a text or a tweet. Writing memoir is serious
business. Not given to even having a Facebook account and barely grasping what
Twitter and tweets are really about, I do, at least, understand them to be a short
form of communication, if true communication is what they are really about.
However, if one is
to genuinely make the commitment to communicating through memoir in this day
and age of sound-bytes, there must be some intention of deep devotion.
Otherwise, why bother with the long form when the short might suffice?
Especially as one’s
readers are not going to take anywhere near the author’s time investment for
writing in imbibing said product.
There are, indeed,
multiple agendas for the venture as well as a number of desired outcomes. Among
them, of course, is the setting-the-record straight one. Along with that one goes
the telling of my truth as best I know it and the leaving behind of some form
of coherent legacy.
Then it occurred to
me that there is, also, an intention to offer some sort of wisdom to readers,
if, indeed, there are to be any or, hopefully, many. There is a yearning, of
course, to want one’s life to have made some kind of sense to oneself as well
as those left behind. A wish for the trials and tribulations to have accrued a
few worthy lessons to pass on. These are woven into my agendas and the hoped
for results of the undertaking.
A wish that the
life journey one has traveled might be of some benefit to those who are to come
after, to even offer a bit of hope to others in moments of challenge. These,
too are present. My particular objectives, also, include a wish that some
unknown others might ease the distress so many of us are feeling in these
troubled times about our society and politics.
At the outside
edge, for me, there is even a yearning that from what I have learned and share others
might discover hints on how to be game changers in this crazy off balance world
in which we are now living. I think I’d like that a lot; to be remembered as
someone who had grown astute enough to know how to upset the applecart of the
dark side and its malicious aspirations.
I own that I have
that kind of mischievousness in me.
I hope the markers
I am intent on leaving behind will inspire that in some, perhaps for the
courageous, as I have been, or maybe the foolhardy which I also have been. Remember to always try to manage this track with fun, if you can.
The making relevant
of this tome of mine, in progress, was energetically discussed by my honorary
daughter, Terry, my long-time friend, Gloria Livingston, and myslf on my “Anastasia
The Storyteller Radio Show” when I had just begun to write Hot Pants, Motorcycle and K Street last year.
I listened to the
podcast today, again, to gain some perspective on the issue of making this book
relevant. The podcast gave me some reminders of what we were considering about my
book writing project, then, at its outset. And, I gained some insight from hearing
the show again.
You might also. You can hear that show, “Making It Relevant” with this link.
You might also. You can hear that show, “Making It Relevant” with this link.
Your comments on the
project are welcomed. I am intent on writing this book in a kind of “we”
process though the main effort is mine.
Terry, in
particular, helped me, then, to stay straight on the issue of how my stories
can be made relevant. She has always done that for me. I invite you to contribute the same.
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