One thing about writing a memoir is the difference between what happened then and what is happening now.
The things I’m writing about, or rather, thinking about writing about when really they need to be edited and rewritten, happened years ago. Many. Years. Ago.
Not only do I have to remember several things about those moments, but often, the most difficult things for me to remember are the feelings that go with them. Some of those moments were so difficult for me to get over that I just had to push them out of my mind to the point of almost forgetting them, in order to move on with my life. And yet here I go, digging them up again.
But today, I’m a different person than I was then. From those mistakes, I gained wisdom. And the question becomes, do you write with the current wisdom, or do you capture the initial innocence?
The Bitter Lemon 