A Note of Explanation
If you read my blog earlier today, there was a post of a draft chapter of writing that is very personal, autobiographical fiction, if there is such a thing -- and some realtime editorial remarks from Jim, who encouraged me to radically change direction on the piece.
Although I received some very kind, even loving comments, I found myself feeling just too naked and raw about putting it out there.
I'd posted weeks ago about seeing the blog as a desensitization process for my writing.
For me, there is a very thin membrane between self and creation. I am assimilated into my writing -- or the best writing I do is assimilated into me. And at risk of sounding artiste, I'm fragile about this work. I am frightened by my creative process and what it costs me emotionally to write.
This means that post was too visible. Or at least too visible for what I am able to bear right now.
This in itself is an attempt at transparency. And I will soon return to the acerbic wit that is this blog's usual program format.
But, if you were interested, I wanted you to know.
Today's Fragrance: Parfums DelRae Debut.