The Novel has been taken out of the box and now covers surfaces and walls with old and new notebooks, charts and scribbles.
My day job work has been put in storage boxes and under drapes and my holiday reply is on my email. Go Away World. I'm (hopefully) Writing.
I saw this in The Paris Review today also...
'Most of my childhood notebooks are lost–begun in a state of excitement but half- or quarter-filled and abandoned after a few weeks. It wasn’t until high school that I began to think about my notebooks as things that needed to be preserved. In Florida, when I took four years of notebooks outside and burned them, I thought of the act as a ritual cleansing. I was shedding my past in order to recreate myself in the present. If there wasn’t a record of it, I thought, the past no longer existed. Or rather, if there wasn’t a record of it, the past could be whatever I needed it to be; could return to a state of raw material to be molded and rearranged, refashioned into new stories, better stories, the stories I wanted to tell, and not the stories that were most accurate.'
& elsewhere I was reminded of this film, which is a lot to do with how I felt several years ago when I began writing it...
My day job work has been put in storage boxes and under drapes and my holiday reply is on my email. Go Away World. I'm (hopefully) Writing.
I saw this in The Paris Review today also...
On Keeping a Notebook: Part One
August 28, 2013 | by Sarah Gerard
'Most of my childhood notebooks are lost–begun in a state of excitement but half- or quarter-filled and abandoned after a few weeks. It wasn’t until high school that I began to think about my notebooks as things that needed to be preserved. In Florida, when I took four years of notebooks outside and burned them, I thought of the act as a ritual cleansing. I was shedding my past in order to recreate myself in the present. If there wasn’t a record of it, I thought, the past no longer existed. Or rather, if there wasn’t a record of it, the past could be whatever I needed it to be; could return to a state of raw material to be molded and rearranged, refashioned into new stories, better stories, the stories I wanted to tell, and not the stories that were most accurate.'
& elsewhere I was reminded of this film, which is a lot to do with how I felt several years ago when I began writing it...
& this overheard beauty from a friend in a local park:
And then this gem from a 5-year old who clearly pays
attention to parental lectures:
"Mummy, don't
lie to me. I KNOW you're on twitter. You promised this was time to play
together, not to text... Now put your phone away immediately...or I shall get
cross!" I heart the park.
