The Time's Been Too Long

What we remember lacks the hard edge of fact. To help us along we create little fictions, highly subtle and individual scenarios which clarify and shape our experience. The remembered event becomes a fiction, a structure made to accommodate certain feelings. This is obvious to me. If it weren't for these structures, art would be too personal for the artist to create, much less for the audience to grasp. Even film, the most literal of all the arts, is edited.
- Jerzy Kosinski

This beginning-of-a-chapter quote really stuck with me... for two reasons. 1) I've told you before about my memories. I feel like Jerzy hits the nail on the head re: the way I feel about my memories. They're there. I think a lot about my memories. But I truly do feel that my mind has morphed them into little remember-able snippets... "little fictions, highly subtle and individual scenarios which clarify and shape our experience." They're not fact, for sure. But they're very real to me. And 2) Art is very, very, very personal. I'm not so pretentious to really believe what I leave here for you guys is art... but I do... kinda. Sometimes it's hard for me to actually click on "Publish" at the end of my post. Every time I do, I'm sharing a little piece of myself with you. It is very personal. It's edited, often heavily censored, but a piece of me nonetheless. So, thanks for reading me. But please continue to be gentle with my feelings. And thanks for being there for me... in all the ways you have been (sanity and such).

So, what is it about my writing? I love doing it. It's a personal exercise for myself... to be creative (somewhat), share pieces of myself with you voyeurs out there, keep you up-to-date with what's going on with me, communicate with each of you... personally and in general...

Anyway, enough about that. I have two sweet bundles of furry sleepiness on my lap (which makes it hard to finish out this post), so I should wrap for the moment. We'll talk more soon, I'm sure.

*** Huh... interesting... Blogger changed their picture-upload process. Hope those come through A-OK. ***

*** 2nd Postscript... Kids... I love both of you. And I don't know what to say. You know I have no advice... just know that I'm thinking about you and praying that everything works out. ***