Road Trip Wednesday is a ‘Blog Carnival,’ where the contributors over at YA Highway post a weekly writing- or reading-related question. Then readers answer it on their own blogs. You can hop from destination to destination and get everybody's unique take on the topic.
This week's question: NAME THIS LIFE: What would your memoir be called?
I love this topic. When I was in college, I took a class that required me to write a memoir. I know what you're thinking--you were 19, what could you possibly write about that would require a memoir?
Oh wait, most of you are YA writers. You get it. Teens go through hard things.
|This is the face I imagine you all having: WTF Liz, Srsly?|
This class was an incredibly healing experience for me (I've always loved the idea of writing as a way to healing). My memoir was only 40 pages double-spaced. I had planned to continue working on it after the class was over.
But it was too hard to write more.
Someday I hope to go back to it, finish my story, maybe try to find a way for others to find healing through my experiences (in an empathetic way, not at all a "look at me, look at me" sort of way). But this was my first real taste of creative writing (other than poetry). And I fell in love. I couldn't finish the memoir, but I couldn't let myself stop writing either.
I turned to fiction.
Even though I haven't been able to finish the memoir, writing fiction can be incredibly healing, too.
What was the point of all this again? Right, a title. My memoir was/is titled SKELETONS. We all have secrets, but sometimes the only way to heal is to let people know what they are. The first line: "I never expected to end that night on my sister's closet floor."