Writing What Scares You

-MAM33typinghandI have written a few essays lately, inspired by the lovely and talented writers Jordan Rosenfeld, Rachel Thompson and Lillian Ann Slugocki, that scared the bejeebers out of me. Actually, the work scared me even more than that, but I’m trying to be polite. And what I’ve discovered is that it’s harder than I ever thought to put certain words and experiences down on paper. But it also feels better than I expected to have done so.

I’ve had a couple of stories in my mind for many years that I thought, “Someday I will write that down. Someday, I’ll put that on paper and everyone will read it and know how I feel.”

Truth of the matter is, “someday” took a very long time to get here – decades. Twenty, thirty years, even. Why did it take so long? What held me back? Fear, of course – and not just nerves: “I wonder if I can do justice to this topic?” Not just, “Am I the best writer for this, or who wants to hear my story anyway?” I’m talking post-traumatic stress disorder-level fear. Terror. Panic attacks. Insomnia.

Gut-spilling is utterly demoralizing. When you, as a writer, make yourself vulnerable by writing something dear to your heart, you take a chance that people will read it with respect, and not brutalize you or shun you. You hope people will like it (and I don’t mean just your mom or your spouse).

Should I paint myself neon green, set my hair on fire, and walk down the street naked? Feels like it today, when the comments are racking up, the Facebook shares, comments, likes are ticking away, and I can see it being retweeted. A story I’ve written is birthed into the world, and the trolls are out with pitchforks and clubs, flaming while they sip their coffee and sport with a topic that for them is a moment’s entertainment, but for me, is the result of years of pent-up angst, fear, and shame. A story that haunts me still.

Here’s the link to one of these pieces: http://www.spj.org/quill_issue.asp?ref=2174

Others are still waiting to see the light, to get the editor’s go-ahead. I wrote it, I revised it, I took the plunge and sent it out, an editor snapped it up and has it in the queue. Isn’t that what we are dying for? Waiting all out writerly lives for? Of course. But birth pangs are hard, and even afterbirth pains hurt.

Lessons learned?

  • Don’t read the comments.
  • Don’t feed the trolls.
  • It’s not about me, it’s about the commenter.
  • If I have helped one person, it’s been worth it.
  • My friends love and support me.
  • Not everyone deserves to read my stories.
  • You can’t stop the Internet.
  • Telling is freeing. Telling is healing.

It’s scary as heck to tell your secrets. Find a buddy, and tell them anyway. It’s terrifying. But I did it. Can you?

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4 Replies to “Writing What Scares You”

  1. Excellent post, particularly the lessons learned. There’s a lot of stuff in my first book that terrified me to write, and I’m terrified of how people will respond to it. But as you say, if one person reads it and is helped by it, it was worth the bleeding.

  2. TY for your thought re notes left on one’s blog being more about the person leavng the note than about the blogger. Really put things in perspective. (As, just now, I had to fight my tendency to type too many exclamation points, the lazy way to add emphasis. But, then, it’s 4 a.m.) Also had to fight leaving an ellipsis. (Or -heck – why not?)

  3. “Telling is freeing. Telling is healing.”

    I want to comment simply “Yeah. That.” But I’m afraid that it will come across more sarcastic than the breathlessly sincere acknowledgement of truth and solidarity it is intended to be. And I hate the thought of sounding more like a troll and less than someone who knows exactly what that phrase truly and deeply means.

    Instead, I will simply thank you for the emotional thunderclap punch you left in my chest; thank you for unintentionally letting me know that I’m not alone – others do this.

    Thank you.


    Yeah. That.

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