Memoirs
I’m thinking of writing my memoirs. My investigation into how is definitely underway. I’m just not sure what the thread of drama that could sew it all together into one big blanket of tragedy might be. I’ve lived a charmed life and there’s just no way that I could spin it otherwise. And who reads happy stories, you know??
Anyway, I’ve started my research this weekend. I picked up a few memoirs in the various used book stores we visited and once I get home, I have some instruction awaiting me. I almost forgot that when that English professor from Ole Miss published my blog in his textbook, it was included in a section about writing memoirs. Without knowing it, I guess I’ve got the idea of how to write it, but I’m excited to learn more.
This all came about when I had lunch with a friend a week ago. He is, by far, the most interesting person I’ve ever met and it would be an honour to record his life, a tragedy if it was never done. I’ve been struggling all weekend with whether I would write his memoirs or if technically it would just be his biography. No matter, it’s been added to my list of projects.
