writing about yourself

in eighty thousand words or thereabouts is like cleaning the garage. you're writing about your life and you go in and you think, god, look at the mess of it, and you start going through it and you realise there's so much junk you don't need anymore. and every now and again you find something that breaks your heart and makes you remember things, and then you find stuff that you wish you never bought ... and there are spiders.