One of the problems about working on an autobiography (after you get over the idea that it's just a vanity project) is actually working through memories - particularly remembering moments when I was unkind, or unfair, or just plain stupid.
The process reminds me of Castaneda's 'recapitulation', or psychoanalysis, or even that thing the Scientologists do, with an e-meter, where they make you work through upsetting emotional memories over and over again, until they have no more influence on you. Flat-lining, I guess. NLP also has various ways of reworking memories and traumas to remove the continuing influence.
I have memories where my toes still curl with embarrassment, for instance, or I get pale or flushed.
So, along with the delightful memories of better times, moments I wish could have lasted for ever, I also have to confront all these flawed behaviours and incidents and choices.
Even worse, in describing them, do I put myself down, laugh at myself, or try to justify them? And do I even have the ability to do that?
I know my mother used to dismiss my attempts at explanation, as often as not, as though it equalled refusing responsibility for my waywardness.
I am enjoying the process, but it has turned out much slower than just making up stories about imaginary people!