I am working on my memoirs, “I Used to Be French: An Immature Autobiography.” I am trying to wrap up. And no, I am not whining, I am bragging: I have trouble finishing because every time I proofread, I come up spontaneously with good additional material I want to incorporate.
The new material comes in two kinds. One kind is anecdotal details that would liven up or flesh out the existing text. This happens because writing is thinking and it fires up the memory part of the brain. As I write, I keep remembering things I did not know I had even stored.
The second material trying to press itself into my narrative is made up of linkages between the past and the present. It comprises many illustrations of the idea that “the child is father to the man.”
This blog is cutting into my re-write time. It’s a problem.
Incidentally, if you know an agent or a publisher, don’t be shy about asking me for excerpts to send. There are links here to excerpts already on this blog but they are links to text that is now fairly obsolete. Use those if you wish anyway. Thank you.