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

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Day Five: July 6, 2011






Overcast morning yields actual writing. Writing begets writing...stayed in night shirt until 3:45. Needed to dress for invited company: Jill, Dorland Colony Manager, and Scott, New Arrival & Fellow Writer/Musician.

Interesting to talk with people. Wonderful conversation, much in common, but after 5 days in solitude over stimulating. Where's my "sound of silence"? And then today's DRAMA: With front door open the late afternoon high winds tripped the 2 smoke alarms. YIKES!!!! Jill was today's hero and disconnected them accordingly, but Robert and Janice needed to bring the ladder.

FOUR PEOPLE plus me.....unbelievable the effect on one's sense of equanimity .

I recovered and crawled back into my reading shell--the one I'm peeking out from to write this blog post.

Enjoy tonight's (albeit backward) sunset in motion . . .
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