Relatives often accuse writers of trying to hurt everyone by “making up stories to get even.” It’s a lame argument. First of all, you didn’t make up the events of your childhood — your parents’ choices and other factors did. Plus, if you really wanted to make up a story, it would be soooo much easier to write a novel. You’d have a lot more fun with no one complaining about your manuscript. The third reason this accusation is bogus is it would be insane to write a book just to get even–despite what the spiteful sisters say. If you were a vindictive person, you might try suing people instead; it involves a lot less personal bleeding on the page, and you can hide behind a lawyer.
Cherilyn Christen Clough
To this, lovely lady, may I share something that made me roll on the floor laughing, but which also validated my right to write:
“You own everything that happened to you. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.”- Ann Lamott
I peed. I just peed. And bloody well wrote my truth. As long as I don’t exaggerate, misquote, lie, or intend to get revenge, facts don’t lie. Neither should we. And we do not owe them a protective cover is they were shitty to us.
Write away. I’d like to read it.