This chronicling is mountainous task and it is better to
break it down too smaller bite size drama’s then you will merge them.
Each story will come together to make your family history. It is a completely
doable task if you take it step by step.
Here is how you start:
1.
Interview family that is still alive, especially
the elderly. Different points of view will strengthen the prose and the
historical detail will add a rich texture to the story.
2.
Pick one event that is the inciting episode. The
story may ramble for years, but there is always one thing, a fight during
Christmas, the death of spouse or finding a hidden treasure that brings all the
characters together and unleashes the “truths”.
3.
Write out your cast of characters with short
descriptions on their main traits on 3 x 5 cards. Build a “family tree” on a
corkboard so you can refer back to it and make sure that each character is
represented and part of the action (even if it is a baby in the crib).
4.
Outline the story. Write each scene and makes
sure it all drives the spectacle forward. Write it first numbered, then move it
to the 3 x 5 cards and play with moving the scenes around. Sometimes, telling
the story starting with the end will serve the drama better. You will also find
that some scenes can be skipped if they do not drive the story.
5.
Write your first draft in a free flow method.
That means sitting in a room with the character cards and the story cards and
just letting your fingers (or pen) move along with no regard to punctuation,
grammar or spelling. What you will get is the honest “art” part of the writing
and when you clean it up during the rewrite you will be surprised what came out
of your uninterrupted mind.
6.
Rewrite, rewrite, rewrite and then rewrite some
more.
7.
Get guidance. After about your fourth run through,
show the story to someone you trust and be kind and will know how to put a
sentence together. Try not to use family as they may be tainted of the
knowledge of this story. This is when writing groups are essential. People
interested in writing helping and guiding each other in a nurturing way is the
best thing that ever happens to a writer (especially in the beginning). My
writing group members have become my best friends and greatest treasures. Join
a group, make your own, ask at the library for writing groups, if all else
fails place an ad on Craigslist, just do not let anyone who is mean into the
group.
8.
Finish. Make sure you finish it. Sign it, give
it a date and title. Then move on to the next story. This still isn’t the time
to worry about what the family will think when they see it, as you have more
stories to capture and you have now become a writer.
9. Repeat
My First Chapter
Here is a small slice
of Uncle Jerry- enjoy!
He put the potato pancakes in the
microwave and set them to radiate for five minutes. He got a Pepsi from the fridge and sat down
in his favorite chair. He was tired from
feeding the 5000+ animals he had on the farm and he just wanted to put up his
feet and rest. He always felt comforted
in this chair, especially when he thought about his mother dying in the same
chair. He pushed his glasses back on his
head and closed his eyes. Then his heart exploded.
Down below in the main part of the
barn, thousands of birds, reptiles, rodents, dogs, cats, turkeys, pigs and
various critters cried for him, but he was gone.
Within 48 hours, the police would
find his body. His vet had called them
concerned that he had missed an appointment for a paranoid parrot he was
breeding. They started the search for
the next of kin.
The call came at 2:00pm on a
Thursday; I had just started a new job.
My sister Dawn called and was crying hysterically. She had been in a permanent state of hysteria
since the day she found out she was pregnant for the second time. I couldn’t understand her at first, but then
the words began to slowly sink in. My Uncle Jerry had died. I didn’t know what to feel. He was my favorite Uncle, yet he was the most
elusive man in our family. He always
kept a great distance from everyone though we constantly reached out to him and
now he was dead. My first thoughts
scared me. He was only 60; I was 35,
only 25 years difference. Did I only
have 25 years left? God I hope not. I was just beginning to understand life and
was looking forward to life after the kids moved out. Everyone in my family seemed to kick the
bucket young, but I planned to hold on long enough to be a problem to my
children. It was the only revenge that
made sense. Then I grew sad. My very first waking memory was of Uncle
Jerry. I reminisced as my sister
blabbered on.
My mom had gone off to give birth
to my little sister when I was three years old. My grandparents went with her
as my Dad had already gone AWAF (absent with out a family). Jerry had been elected to watch me for the
day. He bought me an ugly clown doll
that had a half inch steel wire running thru it so you could bend it and a
Styrofoam ball for a head. I hated it. I
was pissed. This guy was weird, never
around and now he was in charge of me. Being
the oldest, I was supposed to be the center of everyone’s universe, so just
what was so important that my mom and grandma had to be gone all day? I didn’t want a baby sister to play with, I
had a dog. I took off the head of the clown and used the wire to rip a hole in
the back seat of Jerry’s new car.
Sensing my unhappiness and not wanting to sacrifice more of his vinyl,
he took me to his farm. I got over the
baby blues the minute we pulled up. Wonderment and awe set in. It was like a zoo, only better than a
zoo. There were thousands of beautiful birds,
big and small, parrots, finches, cockatiels, chickens, geese, turkeys, peacocks
and exotic plumage everywhere. There
were fifteen dogs, wild cats, and three little pigs all running amok in his
yard. Reptiles bigger than a car, including boa constrictors, chameleons,
monitors and a huge 60-year-old tortoise lived in a small out room. They were accompanied
by their food source, hundreds of mice, rats, and hamsters.
There was even a monkey, a real
spider monkey, just sitting on the eves of the house that came down and sat on
my shoulder. I was terrified yet so
curious.
I spent the day being shown how to
feed and care for the animals. I even
got to clean cages. I learned that when
the big tom turkey jumped on the back of the momma turkey, he wasn’t hurting
her and that was how my sister got here!
The worst day of my life turned
into my favorite. Although I was only two, I remember every detail and became
an animal aficionado.
But now I have to deal with Uncle Jerry's living legacy.
Writing Exercise
1.
Pick
a small inciting indecent that happened to your family
2.
Write
out all the characters involved
3.
Outline
the scenes
4.
Write
your first draft
5.
Rewrite
6.
Send
it to some one you trust (or me)
Final draft must be
at least 500 words.
Your Uncle Jerry story sticks with me -- I love the way the day changed so profoundly (and perhaps changed you so profoundly!) Thanks for sharing it with us.
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