Is Wings of Glass a Memoir?

Gina Holmes is the founder of Novel Rocket. Her debut,Crossing Oceans, was a Christy and Gold Medallion finalist and winner of the Carol Award, INSPY, and RWA’s Inspirational Reader’s Choice, as well as being a CBA, ECPA, Amazon and PW Religion bestseller. Her sophomore novel,  Dry as Rain, released in 2011. She holds degrees in science and nursing and currently resides with her family in southern Virginia. She works too hard, laughs too loud, and longs to see others heal from their past and discover their God-given purpose. To learn more about her, visit www.ginaholmes.comEmail Gina

Every author in some way portrays himself in his
works, even if it be against his will.
~ Goethe

Frank Peretti said in an interview that readers can
tell the journey he’s been on by the books he’s written. It took me years and
several books to understand that the same was true for me.
After I’d written Crossing Oceans, I was often asked where the idea for the novel
came from. The easy answer was true enough, I was laying on the couch one
evening when a what-if situation popped into my mind: what if a woman was dying
and had never told her child’s father that he had a daughter?
That was the truth, but it wasn’t the entire truth.
When I began on the journey to write novels, I had
no clue how much of my own personality, hopes, failures, and more than
anything, struggles, would reveal themselves in my fiction.
When I read novels by other authors, what they are
dealing with in their personal lives is sometimes painfully clear. We can all
think of writers whose novels all seem to have a recurring theme.
Best-selling author and editor, Karen Ball, wrote The
Breaking Point
based in part on her own marital struggles. She wrote this
in her acknowledgments of that book:
“A wise friend and gifted writer, Robin Jones Gunn,
once said that when we write the books that stem from our truest passion, we
find ourselves ‘floating on a sea of reluctant transparency.’ That’s certainly
true of this book.”
It wasn’t until long after I’d written Crossing Oceans that it dawned on me that
my subconscious had been working out the death of my marriage and the mommy-guilt
that followed knowing my children would forever be effected by the failings of
their parents.
Like the cancer that Jenny was suffering, divorce
was not my choice, but the consequences for my children had to be dealt with
regardless. I did a tremendous amount of soul-searching and healing during the
writing of that book.
Many who read the novel thought that I must have
lost someone I loved to the disease because, to them, I portrayed the struggle
so convincingly. The reason I could portray dying with so much emotion, was of
course, because divorce feels very much like death and that’s something I knew
a lot about.
But Crossing
wasn’t my only cathartic book. If you’ve read Dry as Rain, you might assume I have either been an unfaithful
wife, or have had an unfaithful spouse. My marriage did not end due to
infidelity, (in case you’re wondering), but I know what it’s like to get far
from God and need forgiveness. I also know what it feels like to be betrayed on
the deepest level and have to find it in me to forgive the unforgivable.
My most revealing novel however, isn’t Crossing Oceans or Dry as Rain, it’s my latest release from Tyndale House, Wings of Glass. This novel deals with
the subject of domestic abuse within a Christian marriage.
Liz Curtis Higgs read it for endorsement and here’s
what she said:
“Gina Holmes pours her heart onto the page in Wings of Glass. . . . If you’ve ever suffered at the hands of
someone whose idea of showing love is being abusive, you will find a kindred
spirit in Penny Taylor. You’ll also find hope and a gentle but firm call to
open your eyes to the truth. Wings of
Glass is a powerful, can’t-put-down novel, so real that it reads like a
Of course I love the quote, but what makes my stomach clench just a little
is the last line . . . “so real that it reads like a memoir.”
And she wasn’t the only one who thought that. Rachel Hauck said, “I was
swept away by Gina Holmes’s memoir-like
of beauty rising from the ashes.”
thing with writing first-person, more so than third, is that people assume the
author is the main character. I was, after all, writing “I” did this and “I”
did that.
suppose if I had never been the victim of domestic abuse, the word “memoir” associated
with my novel wouldn’t make my stomach cramp, but I have and so it does. My
past is something that defined me for much of my young adult life. As I matured
and God healed me, I chose to leave that past behind me and focus on the future
and good things. That is until I felt the need to slash open my veins onto the
pages of Wings of Glass.
not Penny, the main character. I’m all of the characters in the book to some
degree. I am both the abuser and the abused. The sinner and the saint. All of
my ugliness, and triumphs are right there on the pages for friends, foes, and
strangers to read. And although all of those terrible things didn’t happen to
me the way they unfolded for Penny, many of them did in one form or another
over the course of my life. That makes me feel terribly exposed, but it also
makes me feel incredibly liberated.
hates light and by sharing our experiences even under the guise of fiction, we
are able to minister to those who are travelling the path we’ve already come
down. By exposing our own sins and secrets, we are able to understand and sympathize
in a way those who haven’t gone through what we have can. More than that, we
are allowing others to share their struggles and find healing and support.
I believe, really good fiction happens when we get
emotionally naked—make ourselves known on a level our parents, spouses,
children, best-friends…even ourselves… have not experienced. Sometimes when we
delve into our souls, the blackness we find there can be disturbing. Sometimes
our shovel clinks against the lid of an unopened treasure chest— but as
novelists, it is our job to break that ground, come what may. It is only then
that we can heal and help others heal, and say to the world, you are not alone.
I’ve been there and I understand.

(Article reprinted from ACFW Journal