Kathryn Page Camp

  As I’ve mentioned before, diaries, journals, and other personal experience accounts are my favorite research materials. I’ve found a numbe...

  I enjoy reading historical fiction, but only if it is an accurate portrayal of the times and events. So when I write my own historical nov...

As I work on my memoirs, I keep stopping to check facts. Not my impressions or beliefs at the time—nobody knows those better than I do—b...

As I work on my memoirs, I’ve been struggling with the designation. Is it memoir or memoirs? Or is it neither? Actually, I’ve already...

I’ve been reading a lot of memoirs lately, and they highlighted something I already knew: reading tastes differ. This is a statement I’v...

As I record memories from my life, I face a dilemma. If I decide to rework the manuscript for publication, the dilemma will get worse. S...

I’ve been recording my memories in an informal memoir written with my children as the intended audience, I recognize that my life hasn’t...

Lately I seem to have written a lot of posts about preserving memories, but that’s because the subject is on my mind. My mother-in-la...

My older brother has Parkinson’s Disease and has been spending a lot of time with his memories lately. That made me think of one of the ...

INTRODUCTORY NOTE: I managed the Indiana Writers’ Consortium blog for six years before IWC closed its doors at the end of 2018. The idea...

This year’s vacation will take me back to a place where my family spent several weeks when I was a child, so I pulled my father’s unpubl...

I recently mentioned that we held my mother’s memorial service on March 16. At the lunch afterwards, I reminisced with my brothers and c...

My mother died on December 15. She was 96 years old, had a good life, and was ready to go. She didn’t want to be here for Christmas, and...

Anyone who reads this blog regularly knows that I am working on a middle grade historical novel about the Japanese American incarceratio...

The best Christmas present I got last month was the one I gave my mother. I admit it. I gave my mother something I wanted myself. And I to...