I started this blog a couple of years ago as a way to vet family experiences as all who knew me said that I was doing a disservice to the world by not writing about my eccentric family – then my life took over and I rarely write a word about my family.
Well, there have been entanglements – a friend who dissociated herself from me for writing about her or our experiences together in the blog, a history of an affair, a confessional of a divorce and marriage that took a turn for the worse after many years, and the struggle to remodel a house in pre- and post-Katrina New Orleans over twenty two months.
Now today I received an interesting phone call – a tone of concern – said he was getting calls from people who read my blog who were maybe concerned I might be writing about things I shouldn’t – we spoke of what I write about – we spoke about those who link to me and those who read the blog – and he said he too has read it from time to time – we agreed that there is nothing that needs censoring and that it is interesting how others read and try to understand what this is all about – everyone brings their own spin to your writing.
I had someone close to me suggest that I falsify information in the blog – fool people – and not write the truth – I laughed because I thought he was making a joke. He wasn’t.
I had another suggest I write fiction and quit messing around with this nonsense.
Still another who said I should be careful about what I put in here as it is public.
Like everything else in life – I don’t know where this is going – but I know about writing and writing is about letting the curtain fall open or holding a piece of it open for the audience to peer inside – as I have warned before, if a reader believes they are seeing the whole picture – that all is laid bare here – s/he is mistaken – what is for certain though is that I am not going to purposefully disguise or fool anyone with half truths – I’ll leave that to the faint of heart – my intent as originally stated is to present one woman’s quest towards self actualization, towards self discovery, written in so many words, so many days, filtered through this most public domain.
I was telling S, while we walked around the bayou, that I liken it to Pepys who wrote about his time during the London fires – she thought I meant Pippi Long Stocking.
Whatyagonnado?