When "writing what you know" could get you killed
Posted: September 2nd, 2012, 4:19 am
(...y'all looked friendly enough, plus I dig the positive vibe of the community, so here goes a first-time post...)
Hi, I'm TheScubaGeek and I'm new here. For the last several years I have struggled with a semi-autobiographical fictionalization of my true life stories. I'm a full-time computer programmer and wannabe novelist who lives a pretty mundane life of writing code and attempting to write prose (with a fair bit of beer drinking thrown in for good measure). In other words, boring novel material.
Rewind a few years back, however, and I was scuba diving instructor living on a tiny Caribbean island. Fresh out of college and burnt out on the American Dream, I had sold my stuff, packed my bags, and moved down to Roatan, Honduras, to try out three months of living the island life.
I left five years later.
During my years on the island, I lived an insanely awesome and dangerous life filled with ridiculous adventures: scuba diving with sharks on shipwrecks; spending the night in a homemade submarine 1500ft underwater; finding a freshly-killed murder victim; having a dog explode under my house; saving a girl from drowning 100ft underwater; doing copious amounts of drugs; surviving three hurricanes, two earthquakes, and a political coup d'etat; and of course lots of sex on the beach with foreign women. In other words, perfect novel material.
If only I could write it.
The biggest story from the island-- the one that forms the backbone of my currently 12,000 word WIP-- is about how I accidentally got embroiled in an unsolved international murder mystery that spanned five countries and three years. One tragic night of partying turned into four hundred days of hellish imprisonment for a young woman who unsuccessfully tried to resuscitate a dying girl. Her male roommate vanished from the island and is currently wanted by INTERPOL. I offered my help by means of a Twitter-equipped cell phone... and found myself in the middle of a nightmare.
Write what you know, right? What if what you know could get you killed? It's not paranoia when it actually happens to you... when the hate mail pours in, when the anonymous death threats arrive, when you are personally accosted by a very powerful individuals and explicitly told how you could just "disappear" one day. What then do you write?
But write I must. Every day for the last three years I've known that if I am to do one thing before I die, it's to write this story down. I've tried-- oh I've tried!-- but the writer's block has proven impenetrable. I am certainly in a safer place to write this story than ever before, yet whenever I revisit those events I find myself painfully tongue-tied. I'm not sure if it's the difficulty expressing the memories in words, the pain from reliving certain events, or the spectre of the old death threats, but I am having extreme difficultly finding my voice.
I would greatly appreciate any help on how to write through this mental block, how to organize disjointed life events into an exciting semi-autobiographical novel, and how to find the motivation to write through emotionally difficult sections. Thanks.
Hi, I'm TheScubaGeek and I'm new here. For the last several years I have struggled with a semi-autobiographical fictionalization of my true life stories. I'm a full-time computer programmer and wannabe novelist who lives a pretty mundane life of writing code and attempting to write prose (with a fair bit of beer drinking thrown in for good measure). In other words, boring novel material.
Rewind a few years back, however, and I was scuba diving instructor living on a tiny Caribbean island. Fresh out of college and burnt out on the American Dream, I had sold my stuff, packed my bags, and moved down to Roatan, Honduras, to try out three months of living the island life.
I left five years later.
During my years on the island, I lived an insanely awesome and dangerous life filled with ridiculous adventures: scuba diving with sharks on shipwrecks; spending the night in a homemade submarine 1500ft underwater; finding a freshly-killed murder victim; having a dog explode under my house; saving a girl from drowning 100ft underwater; doing copious amounts of drugs; surviving three hurricanes, two earthquakes, and a political coup d'etat; and of course lots of sex on the beach with foreign women. In other words, perfect novel material.
If only I could write it.
The biggest story from the island-- the one that forms the backbone of my currently 12,000 word WIP-- is about how I accidentally got embroiled in an unsolved international murder mystery that spanned five countries and three years. One tragic night of partying turned into four hundred days of hellish imprisonment for a young woman who unsuccessfully tried to resuscitate a dying girl. Her male roommate vanished from the island and is currently wanted by INTERPOL. I offered my help by means of a Twitter-equipped cell phone... and found myself in the middle of a nightmare.
Write what you know, right? What if what you know could get you killed? It's not paranoia when it actually happens to you... when the hate mail pours in, when the anonymous death threats arrive, when you are personally accosted by a very powerful individuals and explicitly told how you could just "disappear" one day. What then do you write?
But write I must. Every day for the last three years I've known that if I am to do one thing before I die, it's to write this story down. I've tried-- oh I've tried!-- but the writer's block has proven impenetrable. I am certainly in a safer place to write this story than ever before, yet whenever I revisit those events I find myself painfully tongue-tied. I'm not sure if it's the difficulty expressing the memories in words, the pain from reliving certain events, or the spectre of the old death threats, but I am having extreme difficultly finding my voice.
I would greatly appreciate any help on how to write through this mental block, how to organize disjointed life events into an exciting semi-autobiographical novel, and how to find the motivation to write through emotionally difficult sections. Thanks.