Not Telling It All

By Bev Stevens

I was in my sixties before I turned my hand to creative nonfiction. I was, and still am, writing web copy and how-to guides for online accounting software: dry stuff, but that’s okay; it pays well, I have an analytical mind and a good deal of persistence. For a long time, I had no pretensions to be a real writer. I had been mightily discouraged by a primary school teacher. She read my poem and said I’d never be a writer, too many lists. Actually the poem was okay for a seven...