LAST Friday afternoon, I went to visit my step-mum and pass on some
Wallisian necklaces to my sister who has been nagging me about them for the
last few months.
While there, I had a conversation with another mother who was there
(whom I shall refer to as an aunt).
The aunt is in her late 50s, and is a reader – she loves books. As we
were discussing books, I mentioned something about writing.
I told her that my interest is to get other people interested in writing
– as in writing their own story.
I told her, as I have told others so many times, IN EACH PERSON, THERE
IS A STORY, THERE IS A BOOK.
Whether that story is told or not will very much depend on that person.
And the best way to tell that story is to write it and it was my wish to
get many people to write their own – as in writing a MEMOIR.
Others will read a memoir and learn about life and the choices people
make, as well the consequences that followed.
Good stories help you see how privileged you are regardless of where and
when you were born – and it you were reading “the right way up”, you will learn
to make better choices in life.
AB FACEY’S BOOK
I pointed to her that it is not too late to write stories. I gave the
example of the story of Albert B Facey’s memoir, “A Fortunate Life” ... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Fortunate_Life
He wrote the book very late in life.
I got a copy of the book almost 20 years ago and read it.
I left it in the house and my father picked it up and read it.
When I came home one afternoon, I heard him urging all the young people
in the house to read it.
So, the story touched him too!
THE STORY
AB Facey, the Aussie boy who grew up away from his mother and
grandmother, faced many hardships in life.
But his voice in the story tells you that the hardships were “just part
of life”.
Facey started working when he was eight and could not read and write.
While working for an employer, he was physically abused and escaped,
walking for days to get away from the cruel master.
He later taught himself to read and write.
At 18, Facey became a professional boxer and even enlisted in the army
and fought in the Gallipoli Campaign where he was injured.
It was the woman who became his wife who urged him to write his stories.
Facey, who was then in his 80s, wrote the stories in a number of
exercise books and later had the notes typed up.
He had requested a printer to print 20 copies for his family and friends
to read.
However, the printer saw the potential of commercial success and had it
published in 1981.
The book became a bestseller, selling more than 800,000 copies.
Sadly, Facey died nine months after the publication of his memoir.
I TOLD THE AUNT
I told the aunt Facey’s story and said, we do not have to wait until we
are 80 to start writing some part of our story.
We can start right now.
I told her also that if people are uncomfortable talking about themselves,
they can turn their story into creative fiction, as in penning a novella or
novel.
I told the aunt, we would continue the topic when I see her again.
May you learn too.
Nov 18 … DO NOT COMPARE YOURSELF WITH YOUR PEERS … When trying to evaluate
your skills and aptitude; do not compare yourself with your peers.
If you do, you will be lowering your standard. (Teach that to your
children and younger siblings too!)
Find others out of your locality who are running at a much faster pace
than your peers and join them in their race.
In doing so, you are already setting the pace for those in your
locality. You are raising the benchmark.
Nov 18 … HEAVY WRITING TAKING TOLL … For this writing project that I
assigned to myself to do, on some nights the word count is about 2,000, at
other times it is 1,500 or thereabouts.
(No, nobody’s paying me anything for this as yet.)
The heavy task is now taking its toll.
I just caught flu and had to rush off this afternoon to the other side
of town to restock up my medicine chest.
Tonight, I will take it easy – just read and edit. May be there will be
no writing as such.
Will I put down the pen in resignation, because I caught the flu?
No. I aim to get this thing completed – I will.
I am set – I am focused, I am moving, I will end next week, the last
week in November.