I am quite unlikely to ever write a memoir, as I have slipped far too much of my own life into my fiction. However, I have completed a biography of my late mother, a moderately well-known painter in her time, heavy with illustrations of her artwork. A labor of love, so to speak, and I was happy to get it finished before she passed away. I knew much of the story, of course, but learned more delving into the records and photos. Most importantly, it helped me understand her as an artist, something I had never really thought deeply about—she and her work were always just there, you know?