The Real Reason Writing Your Story Feels Hard

Yesterday on Substack, someone asked if “pantser vs. plotter” was basically the Enneagram for writers. Note: That’s nerdy writer-speak for: do you plan, or do you write by the seat of your pants? So I had to follow that thread to think about the real reason writing your story feels hard, especially for memoir writers.

Naturally, my brain took that and ran with it. So I started thinking less about how each type would write a memoir and more about what each type might fear about writing one. Because that’s usually where the interesting part is.

Not just writing style or process, but what feels exposed, risky, tender, or potentially expensive about telling the truth. So yes, this is cute Enneagram content.

But it’s also a decent little glimpse into why writing a memoir can feel so loaded. Which one got a little too personal?

If this resonated, you may enjoy You May Not Be Writing It Yet, But You Are Already In It.
This was originally published on Substack.

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