It’s hard for a regular person to find an agent or traditional publisher for memoir, even when the author’s life was and is full of interesting and exciting events and helpful observations about their experiences. It seems the only memoir that sells is the celebrity “tell all.”
Why is that? What good does it do for us to read about the rich and famous?
In my humble opinion, nothing.
Instead, I’m drawn to the memoir, often self-published or released by small and/or regional publishers. Currently, I’m reading Tree Lines by Mim Neal. I thought I knew Mim, but I’m reading about her work, travel, and family experiences with amazement. I’ll be doing a review as soon as I finish up.
Another local author, Jim Davidson, wrote about his terrifying experience falling into a glacial crevass on Mount Ranier with a climbing buddy. That book, The Ledge, kept me on the edge of my seat even though I knew how the story ended.
Ann Carbine Best wrote In the Mirror, a memoir of her experience learning that her husband and father of her children was gay.
Karen Walker wrote Following the Whispers, the story of the abuse she suffered when she was a child.
Kerrie Flanagan, director of Northern Colorado Writers, just released Planes, Trains and Chuck and Eddie: a Lighthearted Look at Families.
The truth is, there are no ordinary people. To focus on reading celebrity memoir instead of true stories from regular folks is a very bad habit. Look around a little. Check out the members of the groups you belong to. Ask if anyone has written and published their stories. Check them out. You might get one of the biggest surprises of your life.
So here’s my question. Has anyone out there in my blogging world (that I didn’t mention above) written and published their life stories? If so, leave the title, one sentence synopsis, and link in your comment.