My life story
I’ve been talking about it for years. I interviewed my family months ago. And finally, I have actually started to write.
The oddest thing is happening. You know when you read a book after having read the back cover, or having heard some of the punchline you shouldn’t have, and you are reading eagerly wondering when some event will happen and how?
That’s how it feels writing. My memory is not great, so as I’m listening to the interviews with my mom, I know there is juicy stuff coming, though I can’t quite remember what it is. Similarly, with my own memories. I will recall something I’ve not remembered or thought about in years, and then the memory will end, like having to close the book mid-chapter. It’s tantalizing and yet frustrating.
I wish I could write as fast as I read!
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