My Blog’s so good I could cry….
just make sure you don’t have to hear me sing.
I’m off on my road trip and last of my summer vacation. The alternator is going in the truck as I write. Woo hoo.
Meanwhile, I was telling a new friend why I started this blog – I wrote fiction for fifteen years, which puzzled most of my friends. They couldn’t understand why I wasn’t writing nonfiction since I come from a family that epitomizes Southern Gothic with a Sepharadic twist. Well I thought okay, my work is taking up most of my time, and I don’t have time to center my mind which fiction requires of you, and so I started the blog in anticipation of moving back to New Orleans and chronicling my family in all their absurd technicolor. I got derailed by my own drama and that of Katrina and so the blog took over as a means of documenting the now.
One thing I can tell you is this is all a process – I’m processing the world through this lens right now – yesterday I wrote about do unto others and this morning I sent L a courtesy missive squaring away recent communiques – I felt that no matter what, he is a human being, who deserves respect – I paid a heavy price for disrespecting my marriage and friends during my brief walk off the planet – at all costs I want to make sure that does not happen again.
Katrina taught us there are few things that are tangible in this life – what we are made of on the inside is all we can carry around and know for sure.
Off to less complicated matters……