Monday, 17 May 2010

There'll Be None of That

Write what you know.

Honesty is the best policy.

Just some advice to live your life by. Because, you see, you can either hide how uncool you are, or you can celebrate it.

This is me. Or it was, Halloween last year.

I'm supposed to be dressed as a convict. And yes, I am stabbing an apple. I used that skewer to write my name in stab marks and it was excellent.

Have you ever had a moment in your life which was so banal that you wanted to dissect it and see if there was actual emotional value to what happened to you? I have those moments all the time. I like to make sense out of them by giving them narrative structure. And I think I am getting better at it.

Writing about yourself should never be about gratification or about attention though. I think that's wrong. I think it should be about making sense of things in a way that helps other people connect to you. It's about that moment when someone picks up what you've written and says "I've felt that way too." It's about the moment you can write down who you were on a particular day in the most honest, accurate fashion possible.

Sometimes that can be scary. Mostly because in six months time when you read what you've written, you don't feel the same way anymore. You're not the same person anymore. You might not even like that person. (Example... pulled out my favourite combo of tangerine jeans and high tops the other day and thought WHAT WAS 17 YEAR OLD ME THINKING???!)

So yes, scary. But important. I was here on this Earth and I experienced things and I interpreted them a certain way, and yes writing strict fiction is important too, when it comes to exploring themes and issues and whatever. But memoir is important too. And fictionalizing things that happened. One day I won't be here anymore but my writing might be. My hope is that one day, a scared weird little girl just like me will pick up a volume of my short stories, or one of my novels and read it, and feel just a little bit better. I want to be an everlasting brain hug.

That'd be nice.

Maybe not too realistic though.

But there will be no hiding.


  1. Not long ago, I dug up things I wrote last year, and it didn't seem like it was me in there at all, so I know what you mean..
    As always (at least every time you've nudged me to comment on your blog) your insights are worth reading.

  2. I know what you mean! I was cleaning out my old school art files today and going through it was like looking at some kid's high school stuff. Freeaky.

    I don't often think about how I'll be gone someday :( Guess that's the best motivation to make the most out of things there is in a way.

    Heavy man, that's deeep.

    STAB STAB STAB! You stab that apple.


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