I’ve been reading Alice Munro’s Dear Life, a collection of short stories. Some of the stories are fictional some autobiographical. She has won the Nobel Prize in Literature recently. She has also won the Man Booker International Prize, and many others of note.
She writes in the first person about life in WWII Canada. Most of her stories are about teen to young adult girls and their experiences. I like how her stories flow in the first person view. I also like the direct simplicity of her storytelling.
I think I’ll write some short stories about my boyhood growing up in Texas, Arkansas, Illinois, Minnesota, and back to Texas. I’ve thought for years about recording some of my stories, but preferred to write fiction until now. My stories would be about life after WWII. The dominant theme among men when I was a boy was WWII and what they did in it. It was the measure of a man.
I’ve started a list of stories I could write now. I don’t think I’ll focus too much on fact, just on recollections though I know them to be distorted by time. What I mean by that is this: my sister has told stories about events I remember tremendously differently. She is four years older than me, and I have to defer to her recollection. For these stories, I won’t make an effort to make them historically accurate. I’ll just stick with my recollections with full understanding of their imperfections.
Also, I will give myself freedom to elaborate where I can’t remember details. Okay, if you want, I will be fictionalizing the truth. (If you are not writing, that is called lying. If you are writing it’s called being creative – go figure.)
I don’t know right now if it will be a short termed or long termed trial. I’ll have more to say on this later.