I Like Memoirs

3 Jan

I seriously do. I find them immensely fascinating and easy to read. Last night, I picked up Anne Rice’s “Call Out of Darkness: A Spiritual Confession.” She had some interesting things to say about why she originally left the Catholic church, and why she went back. I enjoyed learning about her history – after all this is a woman who once wrote pornographic novels, then novels using vampires, and then went to writing strictly and only for Christ and about Christ. She admits that this is strange and I like her very much.

You know what else I really like about her? If you email her, she will email back. What “famous person” does that, honestly? A few days ago I sent her an overly long email about my thoughts on her first book on the life of Jesus (as a seven year old) and also asked about how she had time to write, how she found time as a mother, wife, daughter, and otherwise busy woman. Here’s what she had to say:

Molly, the only way to become a writer is to write. There is no other
secret. Write. It takes nerve to do it and nerve to stand by what is
written, but that is the way. Usually women have had an easier time
than men with writing because the world holds their time to be less
valuable, therefore they can steal hours of the day to get their writing
done. That is one good thing about prejudice against women. I hope
you will let yourself go with the writing, creating a world in which you
long to live, in your written words. I don’t know anything about publishing
today, but I do know that only writing makes a writer. Thank you for
your very generous words on my work and on the Christ the Lord novels
which are so very important to me. And I wish you every blessing in this
new year. Maybe your good dreams come true for you. May you write
the book of your dreams. Anne Rice.

I appreciate those words. My poetry professor said something similarly to his three advanced poetry students in one of our last classes – that when we graduate and start our lives, our work is going to seem secondary to family and other obligations. In a way, it is. However, he said that it must not be. We must “selfishly” take the time to do our work each morning, each night, during lunch break, whenever it may be. He said that we must marry/co-habitate with people who understand this.

You know the funny thing? Jim does understand this. It’s me who feels like having a sink without dirty dishes is more important than working on my ideas. I guess I downplay my writing for the more physical naggings of life – a pile of laundry compared to words in my head – I always do what is concrete. How have I lost that dreamer in myself?

I am thinking that I want to schedule time each day to write. Literally, in my dayplanner, whether it’s an hour after work, or a lunch break for 30 minutes, something. Time to steal away. This will not be easy and is a step I will have to take gradually. It will take understanding on the part of Jim, my friends, and family. If I do this right, I will not sacrifice this time.

I write here, but it’s not real. It’s me documenting my life for future purposes. This is not a blog so much as an electronic chronicle. This is my silly little memoir.


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