My older brother, who is an accomplished historian and writer, has decided to write a memoir in his retirement. Jokingly, or not so jokingly, I asked him to leave me out of it. I realize that would be difficult for him to do since we grew up together and lived off and on in the same house until I was in my late twenties. I’ll probably make some kind of appearance in his memoir. I can only hope that it doesn’t get too personal. I’m a private person and don’t like to open up to the outside world. Except, I did.
Many first novels are autobiographical, and My Doormat Days, my first, is no different. The main character, Alba, is a version of myself with enough differences so that she is her unique self. Also, many of the characters are based on real-life family members, friends, and people who have crossed my path and left an impression, whether good or bad. I found it funny when a good friend, who has known me since my college days, made an effort to guess the real-life identities of the main characters. She got all but one right!
I have written four novels since my first, and in most of them there is one character who is based on a real-life person. I guess I just can’t help it. But no reader, however well they might know me, can guess what is real about a character and what is fiction. I might have a real person in mind as I start writing the character, but then the pen takes over and inevitably the person on the page is uniquely their own self. Life is full of interesting people, and they will always fascinate me. Eventually, one or two will inspire my writing,
