Yesterday I tried my hand at “creative non-fiction” or memoirs as I prefer to call it.
Things have happened in my life, recent events have been quite dramatic/traumatic. Empty nest syndrome, spousal cancer, being bullied at work all seemed like suitable topics for a short piece.
So I tried. But I could not do it. I felt my descriptions were either too shallow or too personal. I found it hard to create a balance between detail and boring. More than this, I found it hard to directly write about people that would then read my work.
I may try again at some point but it does not seem to be my genre.