There are a lot of questions bubbling up and around this memoir project that I’m trying to sort out. Frankly, I threw my arms up in the air and there they are, stuck, not knowing whether to gesticulate or shrug. See, the last post gave me a different feeling about the whole thing. The voice was that of a fictional character I used to write named Clyde. She’s sassy, non-articulate and fun. When I write my family I can’t really use that voice, I feel like I’m cheating, because I am, because the word “fun” isn’t the word I’d use.
Writing the last post was freeing, whimsical and a little terrifying not because of anything it revealed, but because I could feel the edge of real tension eking in, the kind of tension I’ve been trying to uncover. So now I feel like a real dim-wit. I go from writing memoir (no, still not abandoning the project) to writing a Nano-no-show fantasy back to memoir into the adrenaline-filled caverns of fiction “loosly based on” reality. Can I do that?
I think I need to read every craft book ever written to get a grip on what needs to be done. And hey, there’s plenty of time. The other thing is that the memoir is really a different time period. I’m feeling growing pains here. I’m feeling a novel breaking through and the overall dynamic tension leads me right down the path to a girlish Stand by Me.
What say you? What would you do?