Sometimes the layer takes over the story
Right now I'm revisiting my old lady story to add in a layer of weird--notably the technologies that will shape my day when I am 70 differently from the way old ladies currently experience their days. So I'm inserting odd little conveniences that don't currently exist, but easily could in 30 years, like automatic fruit choosers in the grocery store aisles. Here's the issue, adding this new thread to my story, all the new twists of future life, is drowning the simple pleasures of my old age story. Especially as the new technologies are solving a lot of the idiosyncrasies of current old age. So where did my story go? I'm not sure. This new story layer demands more thought and more reflection--as it pushes what was already written into the back of the frame, I need to figure out how to raise my narrative again, so it can compete with the shiny new stuff. Oh creative non fiction, you are full of conundrums.