what i signed up 4
I thought of emailing my friend in New York, the memoirist, today, to ask her how she does it. I mean how she deals with the lack of privacy, having to take public criticism of not only her writing but of herself. I can't believe this is what I willingly signed up for. I've made myself so incredibly vulnerable. I chose to write about those aspects of my past that hurt the most, so I'm not expecting anyone's sympathy.
It's just, I wanted to to know how she manages to deal with all the unpleasant exposure, and still get out of bed in the morning and look the world in the eye. I was composing this email in my head, when Jade called. By the time I got off the phone, I had snapped out of the mood I was in. So I never sent that email to new york, which is probably for the best because I have a habit of contacting my friend the memoirist when things are going disproportionately wrong.
I likely would have come to the same conclusion either way. Where will I ever find the courage to face the world as the shy author of a candid and explicit memoir?
Friends.
