The First One to Speak Loses

Epigraph is from one of my favorite books.

What we, or at any rate what I, refer to confidently as memory—meaning a moment, a scene, a fact that has been subjected to a fixative and thereby rescued from oblivion—is really a form of storytelling that goes on continually in the mind and often changes with the telling. Too many conflicting emotional interests are involved for life ever to be wholly acceptable, and possibly it is the work of the storyteller to rearrange things so that they conform to this end. In any case, in talking about the past we lie with every breath we draw.

—William Maxwell, So Long, See You Tomorrow

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Countdown: 3 days to go . . .

Is this what it's like 3 days before you leave home for college?: Eating, seeing friends, last minute shopping, more eating, more friends, and more piles. Do I take ALL The New Yorkers I have not had time to read? The hard cover books are so heavy, but feel so good. Perhaps I should have converted to a Kindle or IPad?

What does this have to do with writing? How does this relate to my journey -3days. It seems the rising temperature in Temecula is commensurate with my anxiety. For now I will toss all these ingredients into the writing pot that I have perched on my imaginary creative hot stove. Before I hit the road I will pack, but not now; there are more friends to see and much more eating to do.
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