So it turns out that writing this book is not as easy as I thought. I want the book to be good, so I’ve been doing a lot of research about how to write a memoir. In the first few weeks after I decided to press on with writing it, I made efforts to remember all the things that have happened since Ian got sick. Wow- do I have a lot of material!!! I even started to ask close friends about dates and events, hoping that I could get my story straight. However, the more I read about writing a memoir, which is what I’ve chosen to write, I’ve learned that it should be written from my own memories… Things that only I experienced and remember. This takes some of the pressure of getting every single detail in the story off my shoulders. And for me, it makes it even more fun because I get to share things that I otherwise might not get to share.
I’ve been to the bookstore a lot, and my four books on writing memoir are proof of that. I’ve found at least ten blogs with helpful information about memoir, too. I feel like there is so much to learn and I can’t find enough hours in the day to read and soak it all in. Sooooooo, I’ve concluded that this is going to take longer than I thought, too. In one of the books I’m reading the author shares a story about two people at a dinner party. One is a doctor and one is a writer. When the doctor figures out that the other person is a writer he says, “Oh I’ve always wanted to write a book. Maybe I’ll take six months off and write a book.” The author goes on to describe how most people assume that writing is easy and don’t understand its complexity. They would get a taste of it if they actually tried.
In the last month I’ve been blessed by compliments from people about my writing. One person asked me to write a letter of recommendation since I am a “writer.” WOW! She thinks I’m a writer, I thought to myself. Another gentleman came up to me at church and asked me to keep writing. He said that I have a unique perspective and likes hearing it. Even my BFF told me she thought my writing was good. Still, I’m not ready to call myself a “writer” yet. I think that implies that you have to be good at it, and that you have to know what you’re doing. I’m working on both.
I must share why I decided to write this memoir. I’ve always thought that it would be a good idea to write for my kids, especially for my boys, who were too little to understand what was going on at the time. I feel like I owe it to them to write about what happened to their daddy so that they can share it with their own kids someday, too. After all, this story is part of their testimony now, too. However, in addition to that, one morning while I was sitting in church something stood out to me. God has called us to reach all the nations and share Him with the world. He has not called us to be quiet about what He has done for us. As I heard that, my heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest and I felt tingly all over. What was my role in that? What could I do to reach the nations? It was then that I felt like God was telling me that writing this story would be my (Denisse Warshak’s) way of sharing Him with the world. By telling everyone about what He has done for my family, I would be showing His love, His grace, and giving an example of the salvation that can only come from Him. So here I am now. I’m learning all I can so that I can do a good job of sharing one of His stories with the world… And I am really enjoying it!
Please feel free to share any (and I mean any) information or insight you may have with me. This whole writing thing is very new to me and I’m sure there is a lot I can learn. I am an extremely willing student. 🙂
What I tell you in the darkness, speak in the light; and what you hear whispered in your ear, proclaim upon the housetops. Matthew 10:27 NASB