Today’s post features an item excerpted from A Year of Writing Dangerously: 365 Days of Inspiration & Encouragement (New World Library, 2012) by Barbara Abercrombie. Barbara has published 14 books and numerous essays and articles, and has taught creative writing courses for almost three decades. She lives in Santa Monica, California. Find out more at her website.
When I have guest speakers in my class who have written memoirs, one of the first things my students ask is, “What did your mother say when she read it?”
But what about mothers writing about their children? My kids have some pretty amazing material, but that’s one privacy line I won’t cross in my writing. I’ll write about them—the funny stuff—but I won’t steal the heavy moments in their lives.
Though just recently, as I was discussing this with a daughter, she said in a dark tone, “Remember writing about the Snickers bars under Gillan’s bed?” I asked her what on earth she was talking about. “You wrote a poem about her messy bedroom,” she said, “and then read it to her class.”
The thing about being a writer is that you just learn to live with your guilt.
I never once encountered a student who didn’t worry, at some level, that a friend or family member was going to be violated, punished or crucified in a piece of writing. (Mothers take an exceptionally heavy rap with younger students.) … And it often afflicted young writers with classic writer’s block before they’d written so much as a single word.
—Carol Shields
From Jane: I’ll never forget the following Twitter status update from Anne Lamott:
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should’ve behaved better.
What do you think about this issue? Share your thoughts and experiences in the comments. And read more from A Year of Writing Dangerously over at Amazon.
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39 Comments on "What Does Your Mother Think of Your Writing? Does It Matter?"
Can’t wait to get this book!
In regards to this topic I believe this is reason #106 why I write fiction. Able to sneak in all kinds of goodies. 😉
In her youth, my mother was wild and straightforward and is one of my favorite subjects. She reads everything I write about her and has no problem with the truth as long as it comes from a place of love. And it does. She’s my best friend and toughest critic. Her feedback is valuable to me because she is an insatiable reader and has no problem telling me when I’ve veered off track.
She reads most of the stuff I write, some of it she enjoys, some of it she says it’s “too dark” or depressing. She says dialogue is my forte, though.
My mother doesn’t really understand a thing I write, but she is incredibly proud of it. People often ask me where I got my sense of humor from, suspecting it’s the Irish side, but I have to say, “Definitely not my mother.”
My mom loves everything I write and is convinced that it is only a matter of time before I am a publishing sensation. Do writers on book tours have groupies? Because that will be happening…
Will the revelation of someone else’s secret (or fact known only to you and a few others) cause unnecessary harm? Each author has to answer that question when writing about others, and be willing to deal with the consequences. Truman Capote took a few liberties that cost him some friends.
Hola, Dave! You need to dig that novel out! In my (totally unscientific) poll, 99% of readers do NOT recognize themselves!
Aloha, Dee. Hm. If I do some digging, I may have to change my protagonist’s name whose initials are NOT my own. 🙂
My mom is very supportive of my writing. I recently self-published a book of haiku/[photography and she speaks pridefully of it even though I know it’s not really her cup of tea. I have yet to show my dad the book. He just wouldn’t get it.
Im very fortunate to have a mother that not only enjoys my writing, but attends writer’s meetings with me, helps me with plots, reads and criticizes my writing etc. I will admit that I curb some of the more “graphically romantic” stuff because of her. My mantra is “If its too embarassing/dirty for mom to read it….than its not right for me”. Im 36 years old by the way lol
Agree with you 100% on Lamott’s advice.
My mom gushes, as mom’s should, then worries about the ‘language,’ as mom’s do . . . (On the flip side, I could probably include my own kids’ cell phone and SS numbers for all the notice they take of what I write.)
I don’t write about emotionally fraught issues…or anything personal. So while my mother has no complaints on that front, she finds my work irreverent and lacking in gravitas. Success!
Haha, if I’d ever written about my siblings I certainly wouldn’t have let my mother know about it. I actually have very little writing relationship with her today, though. She’s incredibly supportive, the first to offer to pick me up from the train after a convention or send me a new printer cartridge. She has no interest in reading my Fantasy, though, or even my articles. She does get very excited whenever I sign a deal, though.
Jane,
Or there’s the line from Geoffrey Chaucer in the 2001 A Knight’s Tale: “I will eviscerate you in fiction. Every pimple, every character flaw. I was naked for a day; you will be naked for eternity.”
This is the beauty of writing fiction – Change a name and location and relation = evisceration. YES!
NEVER in real life. I’m not that kind of girl. I actually have the shirt that says, “Be careful. I may put you in my book.”
Fun post. Thank you both, Jane and Barbara.
Becky, love that quote. 🙂
My mom used to drop paperbacks in front of me, two at a time, and say, “Book reports.” Throughout two years of creative writing classes in HS, she never read a word. My first novel (in progress) is about two psychopaths…
I’m very cautious about what I write about family members or friends. After all, there’s my perspective, their perspective, and the truth, which lies somewhere in between. I think that the people in my life have a right to privacy, as do I. In fiction, though, I am free to take whatever interests, annoys, or upsets me, and give it to a character. It’s fun to do that, and I think it challenges me more creatively.
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My grandmother wants to read my novel once it gets published in the future. Not sure if I should discourage her or hope she’s okay with the end result.
Precisely what I’ve been wrestling with this past month. I’m edging up to the edgier stuff. If you asked me to give a description of my childhood at thirteen different times in my life, the narrative would be different due to what in the past was relevant to my present. I strive to reach for a positive outcome and am quite dismayed when an old wound persistently resurfaces. This is especially true as my body ages and the physical pain of past trauma mocks the emotional work I thought was history.
I am not alone! Now, what is to be done about it? One’s mother inevitably is a big part of memoir or autobiography.
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Wow. Thanks for sharing this.
This is a wonderful comment.
Great topic. I just wrote a related blog post after my personal essay was published online. Love that Twitter status from Anne Lammot! ( She also said: “We write to expose the unexposed.” Here’s the link to my post: http://wp.me/p1g33i-4f
Jane, I’m so happy to see Barbara Abercrombie’s book featured on your blog. I have followed her http://writingtime.typepad.com Write Your Story Into Life blog for many years and have found her a very giving writer with her feelings, time and opinions. I also love that you included the quote from Carol Shields. I”m partial to Canadian writers and she was brilliant. I loved everyone one of her books but I’ll never forget her book ‘Unless’ about her daughter.