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

Monday, June 27, 2011

Countdown: 5 days to go . . .

Now that I've committed to this blog I cannot turn back. Books, bags, and bedding have piled up along with excitement, anxiety, and fear. It seems the former should be heavier than the later, but it depends on the moment. What if I can't finish, then what? What if I don't? What if I do? I'll know soon enough and then you'll know too.
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3 comments:

  1. RobynJune 27, 2011 at 8:19 AM

    And what if you don't want to come back? Then what would we do? ps don't forget disposable razor.... ;)

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  2. dr. pernilla nathanJune 27, 2011 at 11:38 AM

    Looks fabulously beautiful! Would I fit in your suitcase?
    xoxo

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  3. CRJune 27, 2011 at 8:28 PM

    Where's the cabana and umbrella drinks?
    Heavenly seclusion. You will finish...one small manageable chunk at a time. Thank you for sharing your adventure!

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