I just put up my memoir and I realize I have to pay attention to showing instead of telling. I need to describe the houses I lived in for one thing. It seems rocky in the beginning with adjusting to having a step-mother and that she scared me. The end of my memoir will come back to this - I end up understanding how hard it is to live in a house where someone else has been. It's not easy, believe me! The other person's memory is always there for the first few years. I just wish me, Lori, and Brian could have had a better relationship with Pat. The beginning of this memoir is how I felt as a child. Not how I feel now. Just want to clarify this in case my family reads my site.
Got some new thoughts on my memoir. I want to concentrate on the good points, but there are also the bad ones which I hate to remember. I never got to go to my grandmother's funeral or my step-brother Tony's wedding. I was needed at home, answering the phone for the heating business. The work was pushed off onto me when the rest of the family wanted to go out and have some fun. I guess that's why I savor my going out time and enjoying getting out so much. This is an important point to go into my memoir. I have the feeling that goes into it, it's just putting it into words so that I don't seem like I'm complaining. I don't wanna be a whining baby when I write about my life. I want to hit home with others or make people realize how it was to grow up the way I did. Two different households = two different rules of right and wrong. What was right? What was wrong? I grew up confused and am just now, at 40, beginning to see my way.