I might as well be anyone at all

Take my body
Take it from me
It is not worthy of your memory

I came upon this song over a year ago.  It’s lyrics ans simplicity spoke volumes and reminded me of the kind of power that music and storytelling had in my life.


unfold, spill, and repeat

So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.

~Sylvia Plath


This morning I decided to work on my novel.  Moments before the draft opened up on my computer, I wondered whether my characters would be strangers to me.  Indeed, for a while, they were strangers.  But as I glanced upon the last page of my draft, I realized they were still there.  The words that I had previously strung together began to unfold.  All the idiosyncrasies, little habits, facial expressions, the whole lot began to spill back into my memory.

And I began to string more words together.  When I completed a scene, I stared back, almost in disbelief that I had finished.  But I smiled as if I didn’t just spent nearly a month away from the story.