Over the years people have hurt me. There were times I actually thought I had been birthed into the enemy camp. Who needs enemies when you have to live in the same house with them?
Oh and then there were the beloved ex-husbands plus their villainous parents. While I couldn't choose my family, I walked into those nightmares blindfolded. And not necessarily for love.
When I finally decided to get serious about my writing, I began with the intent to write my memoir.
It was a really bad Monday-night-movie-on-Lifetime- for -Women -Network -kind-of-story. I can't even admit that it awed me any.
My editor at the time mentioned, "Man, you're angry. You need to rewrite a lot of this."
And so I did. But still, it came out angry.
My editor handed it back to me. "You've got talent, kid. But no one will ever publish something this angry. Re-do it."
So I pitched out the whole memoir idea and made it into a fiction piece. She was right. I needed to let go of all my anger.
I figured I would approach my fiction piece with humor. It did help. My editor loved it, but it still read somewhat angry.
"Kid, you've found your voice," she said. "Go back and climb into all your characters' heads and figure out why they are the way they are. No one in life is a hundred percent evil or bad.
And if they're flawed there's always a reason. Find out why."
So that's what I did. I wrote their back stories. Doing this gave me a new perspective on everyone that ever did something rotten to me. After doing this I was able to forgive and let go of any grudge I held onto.
To forgive is a good thing.
Has writing helped you overcome something?
Hope everyone has a Happy Monday! I'll be at The Salon today. But I'll be around. Hoping to finish the rest of my A to Z posts tonight. I've been having issues with my internet again. Wish me luck!
Hugs and chocolate!