Since I was a child, I've kept a carefully logged journal and nothing helps adjust an aging perspective like your own handwriting. It's easy to sit on the sidelines, editing and cheering writers from a safe perch. I've encouraged and helped dozens upon dozens of authors.
But my view of my childhood, my family and faith has come into question the last few years and my journal has been a steadying force. I recently helped an author transition her memoir into a novel.
There is freedom in creative nonfiction, allowing an emotional truth that many memoirs, especially when trauma is present, can stifle. Watching this writer revisit her personal history was not only inspiring but contagious.
And so I've left the safety of my perch, and am finishing my own memoir-turned-novel. It's terrifying; truth was never accused of being pretty. But the reception, so far, of how my personal narrative (even novelized) can change a man's perspective, propels me forward.
This is our cause. We are writers. We are called to change the world, one sentence at a time.