
I didn't start writing until I was forty-seven. I had always wanted to write but thought you needed a degree, or membership in a club nobody had asked me to join. I thought God had to touch you on the forehead,
I thought you needed to have something specific to say, something important and I thought you needed all that laid out from the git-go. It was a long time before I realized that you don't have to start right, you just have to start. You have to allow yourself the freedom to get it wrong before you get it right. Like life.
I've written nothing but memoir for years now in spite of a poor memory. I can remember moments, and scenes, but not what happened when or what came after. Most of my memories are free-standing. Even if I
could remember everything in its proper sequence, there's a lot of life that's interesting to live but not so interesting to write about, let alone read. And frankly, I don't even believe in chronology. Time is unpredictable. It contracts, shoots forward (or back), it dawdles, bunches up, stops still, and then suddenly we're twenty years down the road. Whole decades evaporate. For me connecting the dots is not as absorbing as the dots themselves. I'm more curious about why certain memories stand out. Memoir is not about remembering everything—it's about what you remember, and then figuring out why. Writing memoir is
a way to figure out how we got here from there. Memoir is about clarity, not catharsis. The older I get, the more important clarity becomes.