just make sure you don’t have to hear me sing.
I’m off on my road trip and last of my summer vacation. The alternator is going in the truck as I write. Woo hoo.
Meanwhile, I was telling a new friend why I started this blog – I wrote fiction for fifteen years, which puzzled most of my friends. They couldn’t understand why I wasn’t writing nonfiction since I come from a family that epitomizes Southern Gothic with a Sepharadic twist. Well I thought okay, my work is taking up most of my time, and I don’t have time to center my mind which fiction requires of you, and so I started the blog in anticipation of moving back to New Orleans and chronicling my family in all their absurd technicolor. I got derailed by my own drama and that of Katrina and so the blog took over as a means of documenting the now.
One thing I can tell you is this is all a process – I’m processing the world through this lens right now – yesterday I wrote about do unto others and this morning I sent L a courtesy missive squaring away recent communiques – I felt that no matter what, he is a human being, who deserves respect – I paid a heavy price for disrespecting my marriage and friends during my brief walk off the planet – at all costs I want to make sure that does not happen again.
Katrina taught us there are few things that are tangible in this life – what we are made of on the inside is all we can carry around and know for sure.
Off to less complicated matters……