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

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Day 10: July 11, 2013

If you were waiting for me to hit the wall today was the day. One would think with today's cloudy, cool weather, and a surprise drizzle that this writer would find inspiration. Unfortunately, no. Who ever said endings were hard is correct. Now don't get me wrong, I have written the ending, but this is time for the REWRITE, right?  My dear friend, J.G., once said when we were discussing reading fiction that short stories pose questions and novels answer them. As a reader he preferred novels, and at that time I existed on a diet of stories. So now I'm challenged by his exact theory-writing the right answers to all the questions. For now I'm going to let the current draft sit overnight. Tomorrow I will tackle it again, again, and again . . .

And speaking of endings . . . The end of the day her on the mountain.




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