A memoir after all

Having vowed never to write a memoir, here I am steadily writing one.  I would like to call it True Stories.  That’s how I’m attempting to write it – as stories in my life: trying to make the text as lively and interesting as a fictional story. Having lived so long there are plenty of stories to choose from.

When I write about a true event that I’ve used in a novel, I point it out so readers can perhaps enjoy the way we novelists are magpies, stealing treasures not only  from others’ lives but also our own.

An interesting thing is happening. I am dreaming very vivid dreams set in my past, Also my memory is opening doors into rooms in my past that I had forgotten about. The more I write the more I remember and the more there is to write. I’ll have to be careful or this memoir will be too long.