All literature is fiction, including memoir. The author’s brain filters experience and offers up for the perusal of readers certain facts and incidents while withholding others. There is a coloring in the representation of certain scenes in the memoir depending on the mood or intention of the one relating the story. No memoir is in fact the whole ‘truth’, nothing but the ‘truth’.
If you are able to accept this assertion, let this warning suffice to inform you that the story which begins on the next page is the truth that the woman who lived these experiences is willing to share with you.
Her real world name is not Demi. It could be. She could have paid a few dollars to fill out the proper legal papers and talk to a judge in a California courtroom in order to change her name to Demi Tryon. She didn’t.
She hopes that you will accept Demi as her avatar, her artistic creation, who lived the events and felt the feelings; one who sees clearly the association between her unique story and the universal story of Demeter, the Greek goddess of fertility.
In order to protect her friends, lovers, children, siblings, and parents, all the characters of the story are also avatars. Their physical characteristics and job titles, their social situations are similar, but not totally accurate depictions of real life. However, the dialogue between Demi and other characters approximate real life dialogue as written down in journals on which the story is based.
Other examples of similar memoirs include DeFoe's Journal of the Plague Years and Robinson Crusoe. These examples place Watarrka Sunrise in some very august company. I don't mean to suggest that my story deserves to cavort in the thin air that such volumes occupy. I simply wish to suggest that other authors have used the fictional memoir to good effect.