For the past couple of years, I’ve worked on a memoir about the loves in my life, which has been a process I couldn’t have predicted when I wrote the first line. So many questions arose throughout the work (which is almost done — first draft goes to my agent by Labor Day), some of which I anticipated while others appeared born of the memoir-writing process itself. The first mini-draft (an overgrown outline) arrived linearly. I began with the first relationship and worked my way through to the current moment, but even though early readers loved it, the shape of that story didn’t meet my own expectations. I wanted the…