One of the greatest things about writing is how it revives memories that have been, in some cases, buried. I find when writing I discover many things I had forgotten or were just on the surface of my mind. I have a terrible memory. Maybe that is why I write. Other people just retrieve thoughts of the past whenever they choose. I must write them down before I forget.
My friend Kate is a walking memory bank. She remembers every conversation and experience in vivid detail. When she reminds me I do remember so it’s a lovely trip down memory lane. It’s not that I forget everything. I believe the mind can only remember so much. Her mind remembers things my mind doesn’t.
When I write, my mind remembers things I wouldn’t think of, otherwise. It’s amazing how the entire story is visualized during the process. My short stories Gardens and Grief and Swimming With My Clothes On demonstrate how my memory retrieved vivid details as I wrote them.