In coming up with market analysis, some sort of a bio, edits, researching self publishing and publishers, I wonder if writing a memoir is narcissistic. I’ve been questioning why anyone would really care about what I have to say or what has happened to me throughout my life. I try to focus on all of the books I’ve read of people I’ve never heard of and of those that are famous. I’ve enjoyed them all. I’ve related and empathized. Maybe mine won’t be any different. Other people will read it and understand.
Empathy is a major part of my life. I feel others pain and happiness. I carry it around like a backpack. Sometimes my own issues are too much so I drop them on the floor for a bit just to pick them all back up and carry them around some more. I found a place to put it all, in the book. It doesn’t take it away. I still carry it all around but it packages a lot of it in a neat place to house it all.
I started thinking that I hope people that read my blog or pick up my book don’t think that it’s all about me because it’s really not. It’s far from it. It’s more about sharing with others. Bringing people into my life. But, I thought it might be a good idea to get the focus off of me. I get so obsessed day after day of reading reviews, reading how to’s, researching, writing here and there that I just needed away from the computer. I went and volunteered at the Second Harvest Food Bank. It got me off my butt and out of my head for a bit.
I guess a memoir is narcissistic to an extent. A narcissistic, empathetic attempt to share oneself with others.