Memoir Writing
October 20, 2012
For my 60th birthday my
daughters bought me private memoir writing lessons. After my first
meeting with the writing tutor and a week's procrastination, I took
advantage of the isolation and lack of distraction of a
weekend at
Monterey to get a lot of writing done. I have written literally
hundreds of pages of autobiography, but all of them have been drech,
because I didn't understand the difference between memoir and
autobiography. No one cares about the name of my sixth grade teacher.
What makes good reading is how I felt, what I said, and what I did,
plus dialog. In short, an obsession with what it was like, not the
details. I
am trying to bring up these things, with some help from a professional
writer. So far, so good, I think. It is intensely personal, and I have
zero plans ever to publish except for my family, but as my older
daughter put it, "Wouldn't you like to write some memoirs someday that
someone might actually read?" Well, yes. The first batch seems to be
mostly about my dad, which surprises me, since I have always felt
closer to my mother.