Yesterday, my fabulous agent got me in touch with some other writers she represents. It’s really neat having these new friends to talk to – to go through this crazy writing/editing/publishing trip with. That said, I noticed that a few run the website YA Highway. Each Wednesday the site hosts a blog carnival, so I’ve decided to participate this week. Here we go!
Let’s be honest – my memoir wouldn’t be that great. I’m 28. I haven’t accomplished that much. But let’s ignore all that for right now. Let’s pretend I’m super interesting and important. And my book, instead of being a normal memoir, will be a book of essays, a la David Sedaris or Sarah Vowell.
And it would be called: Ready, Hup.
And here’s why:
Joining a circus was much like visiting a foreign country – you had to learn the language first. Starting on day one I had to learn a slew of new words that eventually became part of my normal speech. But the most important word was hup. Hup meant go. When about to do a trick, our partner or coach would yell “ready…hup” and then we went, whether we were ready or not. We’d whisper it to ourselves when coaches weren’t needed. We always went.
Even though I’m not an acrobat anymore, I still use hup. Whenever I’m afraid, i’ll say it. Because I love taking chances and seeing what they’ll bring. When I realized that teaching wasn’t for me, , I said hup and went to library school. When S asked to marry me, I said hup and said yes (actually, I kind of went “…..” but that’s another story). And with my book – something I always dreamed of accomplishing – I said hup and wrote every single day. I said hup and sent it around. I said hup to my agent. (Not really. I didn’t want her to think I was weird.) With work, life, or even love I use hup because it’s what pushes me to do the things I want to do, but may be too scared to try. My body was trained to go and I’m all the happier for it.
Because, really, what’s the worst that could happen? I’m not 30 feet in the air anymore and I know my limits. I know that, no matter how crazy my action is, there will always be a safety net waiting to catch me.
What would your memoir be called?