Since I write non-fiction about my own life, and the life of my family and friends, I’m often a little scared about what kind of reaction my musings might evoke. I try to follow my own advice about how to write a memoir without being disowned, and so far, the reactions have been positive.
There was one time, though, that the positive reactions scared me a little. I wrote a post during Mom’s last days called “The Healing Power of Spring, Harleys, and Riding Mowers.” Several people commented that I made them feel as if they were on the bike with me. What scared me was that I didn’t know what I had done to make this particular post different from others I had written–and if I didn’t know how I did it, how was I going to repeat it.
The fear doesn’t stop me from writing. On the contrary it spurs me on to write in a way that moves people as only the written word can.