Kathie Giorgio on How To Handle Writing The Hard Stuff

By: Kathie Giorgio

“You say what you want to say when you don't care who's listening.”

― Allen Ginsberg

When you ask writers why they write what they write, you will get as many answers as there are to the question, “What is the meaning of life?” We writers write for every reason imaginable, and some of us change those reasons with every project, while others gnaw at the same bone our whole life through. 

And then there are writers like me, who basically just can’t keep our mouths shut.

I’ve been called a “dark” writer, a “disturbing” (thank goodness not “disturbed”) writer, a “fearless” writer, an “honest” writer. Of them all, I like “honest” best. I tend to write about the things that people have very strong feelings about – and consequently, if they see something that defies that, they get angry.

I’ve written about abuse and infidelity, rape, and especially the treatment of women involved in all of these. In my nonfiction, I wrote about being assaulted by a man in a Make America Great Again hat, a few days after Trump’s inauguration. Most recently, I’ve written about suicide, not about the people left behind, but about how those who choose to end their own lives feel, and how they are treated. 

There have been times I’ve wished I could be a “light” writer, and some of my favorite writers are exactly that. But I find that what most often makes me run for my computer is something that twists my heart and my psyche, and I write about it in order to find out more, to learn, which is what I hope my readers do too. And ultimately, I write to help.

There are some drawbacks to this, of course. These are things you have to learn to deal with, if you’re going to do this kind of writing. First, look at how I am described as a writer, that I just listed above. Hearing yourself called dark and disturbing is…disturbing. You may question why you write such things, why you’re interested in them, and I’ve certainly done a lot of that. And sometimes, it’s right in your face. I was teaching once at a writing conference, and I happened to be close by the book-selling table when I saw a woman pick up my novel, Rise From The River. This book is about a young single mother who is raped, and it covers the issue of 39 of our states giving the rapist and his family more rights than the victim. Someone standing next to the woman who was looking at my book said, “Oh, you should get that. I’ve read it, and it’s amazing!” The woman put the book back down. “No,” she said. “It’s just too dark.” And she wiped her hand on her jeans like she’d been holding something dirty.

That hurt. And these things will hurt. I write, and other controversial writers write, with a sense of sincerely wanting to shed light on something, usually something that needs to be changed. So to be treated as part of the problem, and not part of the answer, can be difficult. So what do you do?

You do your best to not remember the woman who put your book down, and remember all those that picked it up. 

That’s a universal problem, it seems, across the board of writers. From the writers I know, to the writers I teach, to myself, it is somehow much easier to remember the rejections and insults than it is to remember the acceptances and praise. You might have to print out some of these good comments and keep them somewhere where you can readily see them. 

And you always need to remember your motivation. You don’t write to hurt; you write to help, and to try to make the hurt go away.

Another issue that arises when you write about controversial issues is, in a sense, battle fatigue. Writers sink into their characters. We are immersed in them. When we’re not writing, the characters follow us around and tap us often on the back, reminding us there’s a story to be told. But when you have a “dark” story to tell, it’s very possible to start feeling pretty dark yourself. 

The solution? Take a break. Write something else entirely different. Don’t write at all. Spend a week reading nothing but comic strips. Walk in the sun. Hug your favorite person. Let them hug you. 

And then remind yourself that you’re a good person and get back to it. 

If you’re writing about controversial issues, you’re doing so because you care. Because you want to make a difference, because you want to help. You want change. And the most important thing about writing on these topics is to keep doing it. To keep reminding yourself of your motivation. You aren’t writing for shock value (some writers are), you aren’t writing for attention (some writers are), and you aren’t writing to hurt someone (some writers are). The most important thing to do when writing about controversial issues is to be true to yourself. Remember who you are and why you’re writing. 

And then just keep going. 

Kathie Giorgio is the author of seven novels, two story collections, an essay collection, and four poetry collections. Her latest novel, Hope Always Rises, will be released on February 28, 2023. She’s been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in fiction and poetry and awarded the Outstanding Achievement Award from the Wisconsin Library Association, the Silver Pen Award for Literary Excellence, the Pencraft Award for Literary Excellence, and the Eric Hoffer Award In Fiction. Her poem “Light” won runner-up in the 2021 Rosebud Magazine Poetry Prize.  In a recent column, Jim Higgins, the books editor of the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel, listed Giorgio as one of the top 21 Wisconsin writers of the 21st century. Kathie is also the director and founder of AllWriters’ Workplace & Workshop LLC, an international creative writing studio. 

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I read on your Publisher's Marketplace website that you are seeking YA and fantasy submissions. I am seeking representation for my YA fantasy novel, WITCH PATROL. It’s a romantic fantasy with a word count of 68,8944. Given your interest in YA fantasy, I hope it might be a good fit for you. The book is the first in a series. Good job personalizing with the PW shoutout, but I encourage authors to put title, word count, etc., at the bottom. Everyone has those - start with what only you have - your hook. Also, round that word count up to 70k. And - I'm sure you've probably heard this - but you're better suited to have a stand alone with series potential than trying to pitch a series, especially in YA fantasy, which is an overcrowded genre and age category at the moment.

Teenage girl Gwenn Cosmis is a witch who saved humans from the demons accidentally conjured by their selfish desires. "saved" or "saves?" The past tense removes any sense of tension She lives with her dad, James. James spends most of his time looking for Gwenn’s mother, Athena, another witch who also helped humans as Gwenn did. Again the past tense isn't doing you any favors Before James leaves to track down a possible lead on Athena’s disappearance, he asks his daughter to check out some demonic activity. While inspecting a portal that a demon has come through, she meets supernatural beings Scorpius Raven, the creator of the Witch Patrol, and Rebecca Rodin, a member of the Witch Patrol with an ability to track demons.

Right now this is reading more like a synopsis than a query. You're doing a step by step through the plot, rather than giving an overview of the concept. For example, everything above could be collapsed into a statement that Gwenn has a supernatural role that she's stepped into after her mother disappeared (obviously I'm guessing at that detail, but you get the picture). When her dad leaves to track down mom, Gwinn stumbles across a portal and meets these people. You're spending too much time feeding details and not getting the bigger picture across.

James doesn’t call Gwenn later that night to let her know he’s okay, a tradition that Gwenn has come to depend on. Now, she assumes the worst and must ask Scorpius for the Witch Patrol’s help to find her parents. What is Scorpius like? What does Gwinn think of him and Rebecca? Are the a threat? A friend? Unsure?

Having been brought up by James believing she and Athena were the only supernatural beings, Are witches supernatural beings? Or are they humans with paranormal talents and abilities? Gwenn must now come to terms with the fact that there are others like her. How does she feel about that? Some of them hide in another realm, kidnapping teenage girls in London while waiting for their return to power. Why would they do this? What's the point? Is Gwinn in danger? Sirius Raven, Scorpius' twin brother, asks the Witch Patrol to investigate the kidnappings. Is Gwinn involved in this? What is she doing? She's the main character but it doesn't seem like she's actually doing anything While doing so, Gwenn meets the first supernatural being who needs her help to destroy the evil.What's that being? What evil? Rightfully called The First,The first? Of what? she also believes that the kidnapper is holding Athena hostage.

WITCH PATROL will appeal to readers of a Wicked Magic by Sasha Laurens and When We Were Magic by Sarah Gailey.

You definitely need to bring all of this together into a more cohesive whole. Dad kind of falls off the page, and I don't have a clear idea of what Gwinn's "job" is, why teenage girls (plus her mom) are being kidnapped, and what "the evil's" goal is. We need a clear statement of what our MC needs / wants (her mom?) what the obstacle is, and how she's going to overcome it. Right now this is a pretty vague - there are bad guys, and good guys, and Gwinn is special. That could be any fantasy YA, ever.

I have an Associate’s Degree in Writing. In 2020, 45 Women’s Magazine Literary Journal published one of my poems. In 2020, Witch Patrol was accepted for the Independent Storyteller Program on the Tales Creator website. I'm also an artist, frequently drawing my characters. My Deviant Art account has over 1,000 page views, and is the best website to see all of my pictures.

The bio is good, but I wouldn't bother with the Deviant Art mention. It's cool, but likely you aren't going to be providing your own illustrations or cover art, so it's not worth the mention.

Facing Childhood Trauma Later in Life

Deciding to face the upsets, challenges, or straight up traumas of childhood is not easy. Choosing to do so at the age of fifty-five, maybe even less so, but who’s to say when the best time will be to circle back to adversity?

There were a lot of coping skills I tried on between the age of five (onset of trauma) and fifty-five (bike accident). 

At the time of my accident in 2018, some of my coping mechanisms were still in place: denial/silence/diversion aka dance. Others were left behind as I had grown out of them: substance abuse/eating disorders, self-harming. And more recently to help with normal ups and downs I had found meditation, counseling, and wellness schtick.

Occasionally, a situation presents itself however, requiring deeper survival skills. Like that moment when your world suddenly shifts, shuts down, and becomes the size of a pin hole, and as it is rapidly evaporating, you feel as though you’ve been reduced to only one basic function, which is finding your next breath. (That’s what it felt like to me.) Once that happens, like that Humpty Dumpty crash and burn bike accident, lifelong coping strategies no longer feel accessible. 

The accident revealed two things. As a survivor from way back, after the initial shock of catastrophe, I instinctively began charting toward my what next. Mangled on the asphalt underneath the totaled road bike, I trained my thoughts toward rational ones. Morphined up, and an EMT escort to the Emergency room, led to a few surgeries and decent supply of hardware for my upper limbs. On the mend, I turned to small repeatable patterns, baby steps of realistic goals, tiny, doable, toddler-type milestones to reach for. Like the quiet young girl who attempted to protect herself from abuse growing up, I narrowed my focus to those minute-to-minute accomplishments. And I prayed. Ok. I may have been a tad bit impatient at times, and experienced an occasional emotional meltdown, but mostly I was relentlessly disciplined on a path toward returning to full and robust health. 

While braced in thermoplastic splints from shoulders to knuckles, I hummed melodies in sync to my stretching fingertips, in, out, in, out, jazzing up the circulation in my arms. I tapped finger pads on countertops, opened fingers, closed fingers. I begged my physical therapists to (please) push me harder. It wasn’t what I couldn’t do, (and didn’t for a very long time) it was what could I do. 

But the fact was, (the second takeaway) emotionally and psychologically I had been stripped of my default self, the identity I’d nurtured from way back, and relied on. What had saved me so long ago (dance) I began to understand, had also buried me.

Creative movement, sweaty calisthenics, therapy band, and body weight drills, twenty-mile bike rides and 5k runs, dance – these were still my tried-and-true identity markers.  The trauma of my childhood had been packed tightly into a highly disciplined girl who eventually became a professional dancer. What the aftermath of the accident helped revealed was, this disguise beautifully and tragically hid that little girl’s broken and betrayed heart. 

In the first six months post bike accident, mostly in bed, mostly drugged, I no longer knew who I was. 

Without much else to grab on to, I picked up a pen. At first, it was just ugly, messy, confusing, remembering. But I kept going, opening fresh journals, running out of pages, waking up in the middle of the night to write something down. I asked for a laptop and began saving documents. I landed in a writing circle on Zoom. (It was Covid at this point, the lockdown and onset of social distancing began two years after my accident while I was still recovering.) I felt like the Phoenix rising out of her ashes. I began to embrace miracles, the most important one being I could let go of how I had identified myself all my life and begin again.

By hunting down and writing out my stories, I saw my past obstacles differently, and I sat with my perceptions of those obstacles for a long time. My writing allowed me to unlearn and relearn the knowns and unknowns of my past, and ultimately, gave me a chance to employ a more loving lens there, on a history previously gripped mostly in fear. I understood how dance enabled me to move forward and protected me but that I had a chance now to be more than a silent performer.

With my writing, I unearthed that intense inner focus I used to overcome the aftermath of abuse. With my writing, I unearthed how I leaned into the whelm of joy, and that I trusted those experiences of joy when I was a young girl and turned them into my salvations. With my writing, I learned that my creative expression as a dancer, was how I tapped into my inner stillness, a place of beautiful longing. I could “participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world” – Joseph Campbell

And so, at the age of fifty-five I circled back and studied my past. And with the new tool of writing, I found a different way to move and be, empowered instead of ashamed, included in life instead of separated away from it. My writing, like my dancing before it, spelled out longing. But when longing accompanies sorrow, and is then held with care and reverence, it can invite transcendence. * 

My writing, in fact, was bringing me home.

*Inspired by Susan Cain’s Bittersweet

Antonia Deignan is a mother of five children by choice, a dancer by calling, and a writer by necessity. She was born on the east coast, but lived primarily in the Midwest, where she danced with multiple dance companies and raised her children. She opened her own dance studio and directed a pre-professional dance company before a bike accident wish-boned her path, and her identity. She has multiple publications in magazine and online formats. Her memoir, Underwater Daughter, will be published in May 2023.