I was so pleased with the conversation and response my little post stirred up a few days ago. That was an all time first, for me. I seem to struggle with how to write and how to be public with my writing at the same time. As good as it feels to “be read” and “be heard” I struggle with the private/public pull within me. Most writers, I assume, are like me in this. We are private people in need of an audience. Now there’s a paradox.
Most of us, also I assume like me, don’t go out of their way to run into folks, stir up big conversations, and talk a lot about ourselves without being asked. The blogging life has me up against this rail. How much is too much. How much to reveal, how much to hold back. And I don’t have all day or all week even to think about this.
But I am working on a book, a fact I am sure is true of many if not most of us writing here. And, I’ve been told, having a platform (a word I’m just now learning to define) is crucial to having an agent even looking at your book proposal much less take you on. Or is it an agent might take you on but wants to know you have a good platform already established. So, here I am with you, my world of possible readers, establishing my platform. I hope to keep both of our interests but cannot guarantee either, especially yours.
Now just a little about this book.
It’s a memoir, essentially a spiritual memoir: the story of my odyssey through Eastern meditation practices, Christian prayer and return to church, and my fascination with ideas of Carl Jung and depth psychology. When I wrote a few days ago about being torn, I was not just being glib. I am torn because how I define God includes a space for non-God or even lots gods. I am abstract in my thinking about all this but also experiential. How I walk these two ways is what I’d like to work out here and share with you.