Meet Bounty, the dog who stormed into my life at a time when I was struggling with multiple sclerosis. This stocky agent of change is the unlikely star of my forthcoming memoir, to be published on May 26 this year.
This is my first post in months as I’ve been consumed by final copy edits, proofreading, cover discussions and other behind-the-scenes decisions.
So today I want to pause and reflect on one of the trickier aspects of writing memoir.
To state the obvious: memoir involves writing about real people and, inevitably, raises the question – who owns a story?
My first memoir, Marzipan and Magnolias, grew partly from my shock diagnosis of multiple sclerosis, but at its heart, it’s a mother-daughter story. It explores the complicated relationship I had with my eccentric mother and my attempts to forge my own path.
For the entire time I was writing it, I didn’t tell her. I never expected the manuscript to be published. But circumstances changed and I was persuaded to enter it into a competition. When it was selected for publication, I faced an awful dilemma.
I had written a story about my mother. But, of course, she wasn’t only my mother. I have three brothers. What would they think? And even more terrifying: what would she think? Sleepless nights barely begin to describe my anxiety about revealing what I’d spent years quietly writing in my study. (I later wrote about facing those fears – and my mother’s unexpectedly hilarious response, which you can read here.)
After that experience, I was certain I never wanted to put myself through it again. I assumed my memoir-writing days were over.
But life moves on. Things happen. And stories insist on being told.
Bounty continues my MS journey, but it’s also the story of my lifelong friendship with Emma.
As part of an effort to restore my fitness, Emma had encouraged me to adopt an unruly rescue dog. What follows is the story of the unexpected ways our lives change course after Emma receives her own devastating diagnosis. Pushy, intuitive and impossible to ignore, Bounty steers me relentlessly forward.
Once again, I had begun writing under a cloak of secrecy. Emma, like her family, was a very private person. This manuscript was for my eyes only… until one day her sister asked what I was working on.
I admitted I was writing about Emma, but assured her I had no intention of ever making it public. She asked if she could read it. With great trepidation, I handed over the manuscript and held my breath. For weeks.
Then she called.
She loved it. And she believed Emma’s sons would too.
With even greater trepidation, I offered it to them. Again, I waited. And again, the response surprised me. They said they could hear their mother’s voice in the pages. They wanted more of it. Most of all, they wanted to see the book published so they could hold it in their hands.
In that moment, a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders.
And now, after years of private writing, difficult conversations, and unexpected generosity from those closest to the story, Bounty is about to step out into the world. In the coming months I’ll post some teasers from the book.
My first speaking gig about Bounty will be at Gordon Library in Sydney on Tuesday 16 June. It’s a free event and I’ll share the booking details when they become available. If you’re in the area, I’d love to see you there!
In the meantime, let’s talk memoir! I’d love to hear other people’s experiences or opinions of this potentially thorny genre that I love.
Thank you Libby for this beautiful piece about Bounty and a TINY insight your journey to publication. I put the launch date of Tuesday 16 June at Gordon Library immediately into my diary (just need the time?). Very excited to be able to read this new creation soon.
Good point, Janet — the library talk will be at 6.30 pm. I’ll put up a link for bookings when I receive it. I’m so glad I’ll be seeing you there!
Libby, I know exactly what you mean. When I had a draft manuscript of my memoir I offered various family members the chance to read relevant chapters for comment. I would have been prepared to make changes, or even pull the whole project if it came to it. But my brother was generous enough to say, ‘My experience of Mum was different from yours, but go for it.’ And no-one had any objections as such – a handful of minor corrections, but nothing show-stopping.
Really looking forward to reading Bounty – can’t take my eyes off that face!
Jen, that was very generous of your brother. My brothers also were happy for me to go ahead, in fact, they all agreed I’d captured her (phew). Mum was the trickier one to navigate, but we ended up finding a way through it — with the story remaining in tact.
Hi Libbie. I’d love to come on 16 June if we’re up in Sydney. Such a long time since I’ve seen you. Memories of Bounty and our rescue boy Basil and also Rosie come flooding back too. A gorgeous photo of Bounty.
I’d love to see you there, Jen!