You must be able to write. You must have a sense of form, of pattern, of design. You must have a respect for and a mastery over words.
Grief is a bad moon, a sleeper wave. It's like having an inner combatant, a saboteur who, at the slightest change in the sunlight, or at the first notes of a jingle for a dog food commercial, will flick the memory switch, bringing tears to your eyes.