I began a journey in memoir this summer. Three months in feels much longer and a lot harder than I’m prepared for every day.
Putting words to page isn’t hard. At present, I have 27,000 words which may realistically be around 20,000 when I weed out repeats, notes to self, and edit what I keep. For someone whose natural pace is 500 to 1,000 words, that is amazing. I practice telling myself that and leave room for the book to tell me its plan.
At the same time, I’m reading memoirs and a book by Mary Karr on writing it.
I spoke to someone recently whose family just released a joint memoir that based itself around journal entries. I could do it too; journaled for years. Something else is the stuck point.