the most difficult thing would be to understand your life and yourself.
I'm not sure what the quote means. Does it mean a terrible memory at remembering the facts of your own life, or does it mean having that kind of extremely terrible events that make the story interesting regardless?
I've found for myself, having an extreme life as I do, no matter how terribly written my memoir is, the catharsis is tremendous, but not necessarily interesting to read. I think interesting memoirs are primarily dependent on how interesting the story can be made, regardless of the inherent degree of interest of the story itself.
All I know is I'm considered to have had an eventful life, and I have lots of sympathies and interest in what has occurred to me. However, in the year since its publishing, I've only had one of these same people express an opinion as to the memoir itself. I may be wrong, but I've taken that to mean my memoir may not be so compelling to read. I can believe that since I still have difficulty reading it. Although it's an accurate account, it reads like a boring textbook.I love the distinction you make between the catharsis of writing versus the craft of storytelling. It seems like you need both of those to make a compelling memoir.
Something I find very difficult to relay is the difference between the imaginary characters in a dream and an auditory hallucination. What I experienced (but not for 13 years) was much closer to the "voices made me do it" defense, except the "voices" I heard, were, as a rule, friendly, and where my title comes from. A difference between a dream voice and in my experience an auditory hallucination voice is that, one, it comes from outside the person, like someone next to you speaking to you out loud, and, two, speaks under its own motivation. For me, I would have to listen in rapt attention, (or, even over the sound of other real people speaking) to what the voice had to say. The voice is real, and you know it's not a dream. Except, it isn't. All the "hearing voices" part of my memoir are from what I had no choice in hearing."All I know is I'm considered to have had an eventful life... However, in the year since its publishing, I've only had one of these same people express an opinion as to the memoir itself. I may be wrong, but I've taken that to mean my memoir may not be so compelling to read...."
Well, I love the title. "All My Friends Were Me." Isn't everyone represented in our dreams supposed to be a variation on ourself? Not having read it, I don't know, obviously, but your memoir may be plenty compelling but possibly somewhat unrelatable because the events are so "out of the box"? Is that paradox possible, I wonder...?
I could never make up shit that was anywhere near as intense or as interesting as the stuff I've been through.