Anytime we
write anything, we have to first determine who our audience would be. Knowing to whom you write, determines how
and what we write. I’ve read many memoirs over the past few
years, and can see a difference quite easily of what audience the author wanted
for their memories. There were a few
different types of memoirs I discovered.
More may exist, but these are the ones I noticed most.
1. The General Audience – This is when the author focuses
mainly on their accomplishments and the road of their life experience that
brought them to that point of success. It’s quite the ‘brag’ memoir. Most
celebrities are found here.
2. The Professional Audience – This is when the author wants to
impress the elite of their field by way of showing their own discoveries,
talents and achievements with their professional ability. In my case it would
be writing.
3. The Specific Audience – This is when the author focuses
mainly on their peers (those with the same interests), and the road of life
experiences that brought them to that specific point of view, be it political,
social or religious ideology.
4. The Intimate Audience – This is when the author focuses
mainly on those they are relation with, and hope to spread understanding and
enlightenment to those intimate relations, revealing the purposes behind many
of their choices, and through the example of their life experiences, show how
they arrived to the point of view they carry.
I’ve been
asked to write a memoir for someone else, someone of prominent standing in the
world, and was excited about the project, which was being written for a
general, professional and specific audience.
However, I recently discovered what I truly desired was for this memoir
to have been for an intimate audience. I didn’t want to showcase this person
and all of their success in the world. I
wanted to tell a story that spoke of bravery, growing pains, making mistakes
and learning from them, and ultimately humanizing this person – pulling them
off their public platform and showing them for the frail human they were; not
for them, or those in their professional community, but for their family,
especially their grown children.
You might
ask yourself why I would have wanted
to do that for this person. The simple answer
is: Because I wanted the same for myself.
I have two daughters and a son who are all young adults now. They are making their way through this world
as best they know how. Sometimes they
make good decisions and sometimes bad, just like everyone else. They’re old enough now that our relationship
needs to change, moving from me being their over-bearing, protective Mama Bear,
to becoming their Rock of Safety and Acceptance. No matter how much we try to deny it, we all strive
for the acceptance of our parents, even if we hate and despise them. The only way I can become beneficial for
them, is to change the way they see me.
I will always be their mother, and they will always love me for that –
even if they’re angry with me. However,
if I’m to be of any value to them as an adult, they need to see me as an
individual, someone who’s lived a life just as they’re living now, someone who
has made mistakes and learned to get back up, someone who has had fears of
their own and learned to face them. I
need them to see me as a person of my own, not just their mother. I need to become human to them. I was once a little girl with hopes and
fears; a teenager with angst and dreams; a young woman trying to make her way
in this world the best I knew how, and then a mother, a woman of a professional
career, and now a woman chasing her dreams.
If my young adult children can
see that I’m just as fallible, scared, weak, strong, determined, and capable of
failure as I strive for success, then that is a good thing. Not that they can see they are either better
or worse than me, but that we both stand on common ground in this world – as equals. I’m not their judge, jury and executioner in
their quest to become independent adults.
I can let go of the reins I’ve had to use in raising them (pulling them
up, pushing them on, pulling them back), but I’d want them to know they don’t
have to walk alone. THAT would be the
memoir I’d write.
What about
you? Who would you write your memoir for? What
would your memoir say and why?
Till next
time,
~T.L. Gray