::WHAT SAVES US::

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Notebook of Writing

 

It’s a grey Monday, and I’m ‘working at writing’ in a session with Amy Lyles Wilson, my editor. I say ‘my editor,’ because that sounds very official, doesn’t it? And she is my editor; she’s also a dear, trusted, and longstanding friend. The fact is, I’m not sure how a writer/editor relationship could work otherwise.

It’s a courageous thing, writing. As Hemingway says, ‘There’s nothing to writing; all you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.’ That’s the long and the short if it, right there.

The first draft of my book is finished. Yes, I deliberately “buried the lead” here. Because I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it. I’ll tell you this: it was with a weary, a relieved, and an ultimately dispassionate resolve that I finally finished that draft. And I’m a bit nervous about all the soul bearing stuff I wrote down in those 177 pages. I’d like to change my mind about some of it. But that would require a rewriting of my little piece of history. Truth lives on those pages, for better or for worse. Now, all I can do is breathe.

Writing is an excavation of the heart. When it’s about your own life, about how you got to here from there, it is a staunch enterprise. There are days — many — when you’re riddled with the thought that nobody could possibly be interested. Why would they care? Why am I doing this? But you continue on determined to, at the very least, finish what you started.

And so, you do. It might take twenty three years. You might, in 1995, get an official invite-to-submit from a major New York agent and knock yourself out writing enough to send her a sample. You might even get a letter back, saying she loves your work, that it feels “introductory,” and to please send more when your book is further along.

It’s March, 2018. That letter is in my file drawer. Wonder if she’s still interested.

The fact is, we all have stories. Amy’s slugline on her website is, “It’s the sharing of our stories that saves us.” And nothing could be more true. The funny stories, the heartbreaking stories, the stories that, when the readers read them, make their eyes well up or their hair catch fire … the hard stories.

The stories that don’t want to be written; the ones hiding in the shadows. THOSE are the stories we must write. And that’s what I’ve done.

There are more stories from different periods in my life that may need telling, if only for my children. Stories of my own childhood. Stories of my dreams, what they were, when some of them were abandoned, and why. For whom. And the resulting life that came after. The fact that, in this one lifetime, I’ve lived what could be classified as three distinct incarnations.

I’m in the third incarnation now, and closer to the end than I’ve ever been. With each passing day I pray, and wonder, and hope, and love. Even at this age, I feel the same creative passion and zest for life that I felt in my twenties. Those of you reading this who aren’t yet where I am, you’ll be here one day; you’ll think of this passage and realize the truth in what I’m saying to you now.

So yes, it’s a grey day of writing, and we’re here at this table, doing just that. I wouldn’t be here at all if I had no story to tell. The thing is, we all have stories inside us, wanting to be told. Let’s write them down. It may, indeed, be what saves us after all.

 

http://www.amylyleswilson.com

 

6 thoughts on “::WHAT SAVES US::

    Souleiado said:
    March 5, 2018 at 1:28 pm

    Beautiful, Cece!

      CeceD responded:
      March 5, 2018 at 8:06 pm

      Thank you, so much!

    G-ma said:
    March 5, 2018 at 6:59 pm

    Bravo, my friend. I salute you for both finishing your draft and the fundamental authenticity of this message. Thank you for sharing it.

      CeceD responded:
      March 5, 2018 at 8:08 pm

      Thank you, fellow Pilgrim. I would not be where I am as a writer without you and others around that table. It is no small thing. I am exceedingly grateful.

    jillianmusic said:
    March 5, 2018 at 7:16 pm

    I couldn’t be more proud of you for always crossing the finish line. It doesn’t matter where any of it goes, it only matters that it had movement and didn’t just lay there dormant or sitting there on a shelf never seen by anyone. You have a beautiful heart Cece DuBois and the stories, as I’m so fortunate to have gotten to know them over the years, are the very reason for that beauty. I’m blessed to call you my business partner, my friend, my voice of reason.

    CeceD responded:
    March 5, 2018 at 8:11 pm

    Your comments bring tears to my eyes. Thank you for your friendship, your feisty creativity, and your unending support. Support of that caliber is fairly new to me; I will never, ever take it for granted.
    Love you dearly.

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