I'm asking because I've mostly stayed away from literal recreations of my own life. Not sure why. Maybe because it is easier to force fictional events into making sense. My own life is messy and difficult to sum up. Other worlds are just more interesting.
But, yesterday I punched out a short story loosely based on something that happened to me as a child. The story is close enough that those involved would recognize it, but different enough that they would scratch their heads and say, "That isn't how it happened." But, I like it. That may not have been how it happened, but that's how it felt. Years later, that is what it means to me.
It's interesting to see the events of my childhood starting to shift into patterns that can actually be captured. I wonder what this means.
What about you? Have you ever been your own inspiration?
Kate Bush - This Woman's Work