I’ve noticed something peculiar about approaching 80 years of age. More and more I dredge up memories and spend time in the past. I remember when my mother-in-law told me, as she aged she lived in her memories. I thought that strange that she would want to shut out her life. But as I get to where I have to rest more and let my mind wander, I’m doing the same thing.
Here I am back in the day with Radine Trees Nehring,and Dusty Richards.
As a writer this is worrisome. I need to continue to visit with Tyra and Josh and Zach in Tyra’s Gambler, my work in progress, and not drift away to other times in my life. It’s important to me that I be able to continue to pursue what I love, which weighs in just after who I love. But more and more I find myself talking about the past with friends or revisiting it when I take a break.
Signing copies of Angel’s Gold in Holton, Kansas
Perhaps this is a signal that it’s time for me to write that memoir I’ve kept packed away in boxes. Over the years teaching workshops I’ve always encouraged others to write their life stories, if only to preserve them for family members. And to write them in a way that allows those interested to enjoy the reading.
With Hubby Don at OWFI in 1999
So maybe I’ll do that soon. Just as soon as I finish this next western historical romance and the next Twist of Poe mystery, The Pit and the Penance. Oh, and there’re those other characters knocking on my mental door, waiting in line for their turn.
Oh, well, maybe I’ll get to that memoir in a few years.