Members 60. Quit Lit. A genre.

I had no idea such a genre existed. Stupid of me, there’s a genre for everything.

Update

As I type, I’m 45 days dry. I’m getting used to ordering alcohol-free drinks and people around me are more settled about it too. In a couple of days, I’m heading off to Rome with Mrs L, to do a bit of work, writing research, tourism and a Six Nations Rugby match.

So, as a non-drinker, first holiday, first business lunch and first rugby match. All three of those events would ordinarily have involved a fair amount of drinking, probably too much, actually. I’ll cope, I’m sure.

Support

One Year No Beer (OYNB) send me an e-mail each day, linking to a short video. They also maintain a library of extensive resources on their website. I find the Slack workspace the most useful. Here, are several channels, where “The Tribe” (I know…) help and support each other. One channel is called blogs and reading.

Reading List

This Naked Mind by Annie Grace.
The Sober Survival Guide by Simon Chapple
The Easy Way to control alcohol by Allen Carr
Blackout by Sarah Hepola
The Unexpected Joy of Being Sober by Catherine Gray

I’ve read three and a half of these so far.

I know at least two fellow tribe-members, (look, it’s what we call each other, don’t mock) who are writing their own quit lit accounts. I write a separate OYNB journal, as do many. It’s easy to see why there is so much “quit lit” out there.

Content

The books come from a variety of starting points. Some are self help manuals, some science-based, some pseudo-science based and most are a blend, incorporating personal experience.

Purpose

Alcohol is embedded in our culture. Particularly for my generation. Children of the 90s seem less bewitched by the idea of getting hammered. I take comfort reading that people can, and do find life more rewarding with no alcohol. Confirmation bias aside, it’s reassuring that social events don’t suddenly become impossible to cope with, that holidays are still fun.

Will I write one?

Perhaps. Writing my journal, I recall drunken exploits that apart from illustrating an unhealthy relationship with alcohol, are pretty damned funny.

For the moment, I will focus on keeping the streak going, and perhaps drafting out some of those anecdotes…where’s the harm?