I’ve been reluctant to post after sharing my short “film.” You can view it on YouTube.
The images and music powerfully convey what I’ve experienced, what many of you have or continue to experience today. It seems anything I write now pales in comparison.
Compiling and arranging the images took a lot out of me. It reminded me, yet again, how painful being infertile is. At the same time, watching the final piece also motivated me. It made me want to do a better job capturing those same emotions with my other writing project — a book loosely based on my infertility experiences.
I started writing it four years ago. It’s not in the usual genre of infertility literature or “Repro Lit” as it’s now being called. It is obviously not a breathless memoir of finding my way to baby land or the latest suggestions on how to conceive. Mine is, in fact, the mirror opposite of Peggy Orenstein’s “Waiting for Daisy.” Unlike Peggy, I always knew I wanted to have a baby. After years of trying she delivered Daisy. Me? I jumped through many of the same hoops. No baby.
Outside of a handful of you who have left comments here and just a few fellow bloggers who came away from IF treatments without a child, I’ve often wondered why I don’t hear more from or about the millions of couples out there who are living infertile in a fertile world. Of course, it’s not easy to write about the other outcome. Maybe that’s why I’ve not seen anything like my book-to-be out there. My book, like the “film,” makes it clear that there’s more than one destination on the long road of infertility treatments, though not the one infertile couples seek, or that fertile myrtles prefer to believe is inevitable, thanks to the wonders of science.
So I’ll be dropping by your blogs to see how you’re doing but I’ll likely to be posting less in the coming weeks as I devote more time to my other writing. I want it to be something you’re proud of, something that captures the right depth, tone and emotion.
What are some of the elements you would bring to light?