Non-fiction. Thankfully they were tears of joy and not fear or agony.
Now, I have written non-fiction before. It was actually creative non-fiction in the form of a short story titled Losing Vern that was published in the Orange Karen: Tribute to a Warrior anthology. It's a great anthology with all royalties going to another writer, Karen DeLabar, to assist her with some pretty hefty medical bills. You can read all about it here. My contribution was an embellished version of the story of the death of my wife's brother and the few strange days that followed. As I mentioned, it was more creative non-fiction than anything else.
The piece of non-fiction that has me excited to be a writer this week is more of a documentary than anything else. There are no embellishments or creative licenses taken to sensationalize otherwise mundane events. It is not a "how to" or instructional. It's just a story. A true story about real people sharing their true emotions and real experiences. It also happens to be the story of my daughter and how she, my wife, and I navigated through the scary waters of an 11 hour scoliosis surgery as well as the months of agonizing waiting before and agonizing recovery after.
One thing I discovered was that this type of story was much easier to outline. I'm smiling as I type that because the outline was pretty much already written. With over 60 blog posts over at our family scoliosis blog over the past 5 months or so all the major plot points are laid out quite nicely.
Another thing I discovered was that there will be a lot less dialogue. This frightens me slightly as everything I've written to this point (blog posts excluded) has been quite dialogue heavy. If I were to evaluate my skills as a writer (not comparing them with anyone else) I'd say that near the top of my list would be my ability to write dialogue. In fact, it's the most frequent compliment I get from people who have read Losing Vern (which includes my father the English major, retired educator, and voracious reader who is not known to throw around literary compliments all willy nilly). This story will rely on the power of narrative to keep the reader engaged, which isn't my strong suit. With my fiction novels I sometimes embark on the familiar "show don't tell" struggle, so this will be a good exercise for me. That being said, I open this latest book with dialogue (in some circles this is an egregious no-no).
The last thing I discovered is that this book will not be finished for another 11 months. To be fair to myself most of it will be written before the middle of this year, but I wanted to follow the story from diagnosis (March 31, 2014) through to a full year post surgery (January 20, 2016). That leaves quite a bit of story left to tell, but trust me, it's compelling stuff. Any story that contains a war wound like the one my daughter is sporting is worth telling, and worth waiting for.
At this point I think I'll do something I haven't done on the blog before - share an excerpt. Without further ado, here's the opening to my latest work in progress:
Bent But Not Broken
One Family's Journey from Scoliosis Diagnosis to Surgery and Beyond
Andrew F. Butters (Dad)
With Contributions From:
"Daddy, so Avery has screws and rods now."
- How did we find out?
- How long did you have to wait for surgery?
- Was she scared?
- Were you scared?
- What exactly did they do to fix it?
- How long does it take to heal?
- Will she be able to do everything she did before?
- Will she beep when she goes through airport security?
Those are just a sampling of the questions my wife and I have been asked since we decided to go public with this diagnosis (with Avery's permission, of course). I suggested that my daughter start a journal to capture her experiences and thoughts in an effort to help her process everything. Her mother and my wife, Jodi, immediately went looking on the internet for other people's experiences and didn't quite come up with anything she found particularly useful. There was a lot of medical information, most of it from the United States, and a whack of case studies, but very little in terms of what we as a family or Avery as a patient would be experiencing. So, she stared a blog where we could all contribute and share our perspectives on this life changing event.