It's Deeper Than Plot

The above quote from Maya Angelou is  at the beginning of a book I published this year called Memoir Writing.  How to Write a Story from Your Life.  I'm writing my second memoir ... well I say writing but I haven't touched it for about 4-5 months.  I hit some problems with the story and then other life events intervened.

Yesterday, I listened to an interview with Jenny Nash. The interview (on YouTube) was one of the SPF15 series set up by Mark Dawson, conducted by James Blatch.  Jenny runs a company called - Author Accelerator, which is basically a top notch coaching programme. For a mere 2 grand (yes £2000/$2600 no less)  you can be put on a 6 month coaching plan.  She will take you through to finishing your book, holding you to deadlines and giving inspiration and encouragement along the way. As she's based in America, you'd get a monthly Skype call, emails etc. The package includes developmental editing, chapter by chapter. It sounds FANTASTIC and her background in publishing is amazing.  But there's the small  matter of the two grand. 

Anyway she did give some tips which I sat down with yesterday evening.  Well, questions rather than tips, which she asks her new clients before they even get started.  She said they were extremely important to think about, and should be focused on before you even look at plot.   

Firstly she gave a suggestion about keeping up the momentum.  Writers work alone and are not (unless they have a conventional publisher breathing down their necks) accountable to anyone.  Who cares how long your book takes to write?  Her suggestion is to find an accountability partner, someone who is not focused on your narrative or design - just,  'have you finished chapter ten yet - you said you would finish it by today?'

I pondered the questions and wrote out the answers and they were enormously helpful and thought provoking.  Having come to a dead end with my second memoir a few months ago,  I realised that I didn't know where the story was going to end.  Also it felt like the drama of the story had hit a dead end too, sort of petered out. Having focused on the answers to her questions, I have a whole new momentum and feel excited about the story again and why I'm writing it. 

So here's the questions and for all you writers, I challenge you to apply them to your latest project and see what you come up with.  The questions may seem obvious but ...

1.  Why do you write?  Why do you like to write?
2.  What called you to write THAT story?
3.  What do you want to capture in the story?
4.  Why do you care?
5.  What are you trying to convey in this book?
6.  Why is the protagonist there? (not the surface reason) What do they want?


Anna Meryt Writings: And death shall have no dominion

Anna Meryt Writings: And death shall have no dominion: The poem above was written by the great Welsh poet Dylan Thomas in 1933.  It was one of the first poems he ever had published. Years later...

And death shall have no dominion

The poem above was written by the great Welsh poet Dylan Thomas in 1933.  It was one of the first poems he ever had published. Years later he wrote Do not Go Gentle into that Good Night, about his father, written a few years before his father's death in 1952.

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead man naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

I grew up on a diet of Dylan Thomas, not least because the Uplands, Swansea, where he'd lived as a child, was where I too grew up. My father had the Richard Burton recordings of his famous play written for radio - Under Milk Wood (on long playing records). He read to us from some of Dylan's stories, for example the story of his grandfather, who disappeared one day from the town.  Friends went looking for him in a 'charabanc' (horse and cart) and he was found walking along the road to the next town - Llansteffan (near Laugharne), in his best suit:

'Where are you going, Mr Thomas?'
'I'm going to Llansteffan to be buried.'
'But you're not dead yet, Mr Thomas.'

The poetry of Dylan Thomas is about sound, alliteration and, somehow meaning comes from the original, unique, brilliant way that Dylan put words together. 
For example:

'Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through
Split all ends up, they shan't crack
And death shall have no dominion.'

These poems were favourites of my children's father and close friend, - Dave, who died recently in Indonesia where he lived with his wife and son.. He too grew up in Swansea. The funniest man I ever met. Did he or didn't he 'go gently into that good night', as he fell into a coma from which he didn't regain consciousness?

Death is inescapable for all of us.  He's gone and so death truly did have dominion, didn't it?  And yet ....

Dylan's poem is not so much a statement, but a bitter, angry rallying cry to drag meaning and continuity from the fact of death.. A call to arms ...

I'm reflecting therefore on death and throughout the whole difficult process of Dave's short illness and end, we've had to take part in an experience of death in the framework of a very different culture. The Moslem burial was done and dusted less than 10 hours after the doctor's pronouncement - so fast, we Westerners had little time to assimilate the shock of it all. 

'They shall have stars at elbow and foot,
Though they go mad, they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea, they shall rise again
Though lovers are lost, love shall not
And death shall have no dominion.'

How does it all fit in to our spiritual beliefs?  Moslem's and Christians see death as a stepping stone to being with Allah or God. Moslem's have prayers daily for the first 7 days (I've discovered) and then regular markers where prayers are said for 40 days, and other prayers for up to a year after. Different branches of Christianity have a variety of practices - a short service and prayers usually.

Buddhists see the dead person as entering 'the Bardo', a spiritual half-way house where the ever changing and developing soul stays re-orienting itself, until it's time for the next rebirth.  In strong Buddhist cultures monks will chant for the departed for 49 days and nights. Om mani padme hum'Mantras are words of power that focus very strong spiritual forces'. Buddhist funerals are in white. Chanting has a powerful effect on the soul of the departed, so the Tibetan masters say.

If you have a spiritual belief, and many people tell me
'I believe in some kind of god but I don't belong to any church or religion,' how do you deal with the puzzle of death? 

Someone recently diagnosed with cancer told me
'I'm not afraid of death, but I don't want to go yet.' 
Do you face death with equanimity?  Do you have a written will?  My father died without a will and yet he'd had cancer for 4 years.  The ultimate denial - it meant my mother was unable to access his pension and assets for nine months. How many of us avoid looking at the fact of our own death, avoid thinking of the subject at all?

And when someone we know has died, what comfort do we offer the bereaved?  In English culture, some are afraid to even phone up - they don't want to intrude on someone's grief, as if grief itself is private.  In other cultures, Caribbean, African, Moslem, the opposite is true - you go round to be with the bereaved person to offer support, not next week but now, today, even if you're not close family.  It's expected.  I like that. But then I'm not English, I'm Welsh.

Dave's brother was on holiday with his family in the Rockies when Dave died and sent me a picture of sunrise over the Grand Canyon with the words

'I think Dave was here with us'. 

Well yes he was. He was/is close to your heart and mine and my daughters and if we think of him, he will gravitate to us. So I chant and light candles and we all send him positive loving thoughts, to aid his journey ...