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Nov 06, 2011 01:41PM

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Another question I've been meaning to ask is how everyone's families have reacted to your stories being published! I've just sent my book to my parents-in-law and am actually hoping that they won't read it! There are just one or two lines where they don't shine, but still...

I write under my own name. Those people whom I could not contact or indicated that they did not want their real names used in my memoir were given pseudonyms in the text, indicated by a * on first usage.
To be perfectly honest, my parents have not said boo about my books (other than my mother making a comment about the erotic elements in my fiction -- the which I had warned her about -- and how she skipped over them). I didn't pull any punches in my memoir(s), and I would be willing to bet that my family didn't like that.


My book is titled, It Rains In February: A Wife's Memoir of Love and Loss and tells the story of the year leading up to and the year following my husband's suicide. I haven't visited the group for a little while, so I'm off to read your other posts now. But welcome (o:
Leila x

Hi all!
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Any thoughts and suggestions welcomed!
Thanks!




Why not share a little more about your story here? We're all memoir enthusiasts :)
love Leila


Where Have You Gone?
I remember those care free days,
The girlish happy smile,
The days of high school,
Where only our love mattered.
The bus rides to the games and back,
Trips to the river bridge where our thoughts were one,
The nights filled of passion in the truck,
The moonlight dancing off our sweat covered bodies,
Where have you gone?
Our paths parted in a sea of tears,
The hurt, the pain of the past,
Always just under the surface,
A flash of sunlight, a familiar smile met with pain and hostility.
The smile vanishes, the pain and hurt boil up,
Yet the feelings of love never lost just suppressed,
Where have you gone?
A trip to Tulsa,
A business card in a mailbox,
A phone call two weeks later and the past awakens,
The smile, the pain, the hurt, the memories;
pour in like a raging river out of its' banks.
Is it worth the chance?
Is it worth opening the heart again?
Is it worth another trip to the unknown?
Where have you gone?
The smile is the same,
The feelings of love spring up,
The past is forgotten,
The present and future are all that matter,
Or is it?
Where have you gone?
Seven months of life together,
We laugh, we cry, we love,and we kiss,
Chasing children, sharing their lives,
Strawberry shake in the face,
Movies from a Galaxy long ago,
Steaks, chicken and seasonings,
grilled to perfection with love,
A snowball fight,
A walk in the white soft flakes,
A pause on the sidewalk,
We embrace, kiss long and deep
letting our bodies provide the warmth.
Where have you gone?
The diagnosis, it's back.
Consoling the daughters,
A call to the parents,
A call to the EMT'S,
The present and the future are slipping away.
Where have you gone?
The final hours of life,
Only the sounds of deep painful breathing.
The halls are silent,
Nothing but thoughts for thirty years circle.
The end is closing in,
The cancer is tracking its' deadly course.
Where have you gone?
A warm hand rubs a chest going cold,
The breathing has stopped.
The pain is flowing out of her face.
The Doctor comes in,
The verdict is quiet with compassion,
I'm so sorry, she's gone.
Where have you gone?
Life has come to a stop,
There is nothing that matters anymore.
A never forgotten love has been taken in the prime of life,
A bench in a cemetery with no one else around.
The tears pour uncontrollably,
We cry, “Where have you gone?”
A voice, soft and tender floats down,
“I'm fine.”
“Where have I gone?”
“Where there is no pain, no sadness."
"A place where the cancer has healed."
A place where mistakes of the past have been forgiven,
A place where I can look down to watch and help."
"A place where only love resides,
The place?"
"Heaven, that is where I have gone.”

Valerie, You might want to check out the books other members of this thread have written, "like" them, and let us know so we can reciprocate.

Thank you, Rachelle Ayala, for telling me about this group. I signed up with GoodReads eight months ago and, from reading all the comments here, think I have finally found my niche!

I just found about Elizabeth Radmore's Cushla trilogy. It's about an Irish girl who left home with her father to find work. They tramped around, slept under bridges and were taken in by a band of gypsies. Eventually they emigrated to Canada. I haven't read it yet but a friend I trust has recommended it very highly. Her latest book, Cushla -- Almost Magic, was released last month.

When I wrote my family memoir A Book of Kells (our family name), I used real names. Frankly, I don't have the imagination to dream up fictitious ones. The story is mainly about my parents and they had been dead for 10 years. I felt that if I was scrupulously honest and did my research carefully nobody could get too mad and (as far as I know) they didn't. The worst reaction I got was from my sister. She felt they were her parents too but it wasn't her story.


I came to the same conclusion you did, but came by it a different way.
I confess I have an aversion to publicity.
I really don't like to point to myself as an example, (or rather I'm a good example of a lot of mistakes) so I briefly considered the idea of publishing anonymously or under a pseudonym. But, of course, it would be impossible to verify what I'd said. . . or if I wrote anonymously, someone could just grab the story, alter it, fictionalize it, whatever.
The beauty of the story is that it is true.
For the sake of the story's integrity, I had to write under my own name and identity.

However, both of my parents had died before I wrote it and I did not specifically name anyone in the book. In fact, it's not even clear how many siblings I have and their genders. That was both to protect them and because, ultimately, those identities weren't important to what I wanted to say.
But, deciding how to handle these issues took some time and soul-searching. No Comfort Zone: Notes on Living with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder


I bet it is.
One of the benefits of publishing under my own name is that it helped me tie together my private and public lives. But, my guess is that telling your story using a pen name has created more of a split for you, both internally and in that "secret agent" sort of way that presses you to watch what you say.
I certainly understand your reasons, though.
Life is messy at times, isn't it?



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http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27...
I love memoirs, particularly from those who've bought and restored homes in other countries. (Under the Tuscan Sun is also a favorite.)
I'll make a separate post for my own book -- this one's for Yvone and Wayne!


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