July 6, 2019
One more dash and I will have caught up, but this episode feels wrong; talking about myself when my style is to rend and hack as the fabric of life and reality, create out-of-this-world visions of other lives, other choices, puts me in the firing line. For all my flaws and imperfections, I donít want my work to appear factitious or histrionics: it is not about me. Writing is my interface with reality, any misinterpretations and disinclinations are for drama and tension; any gliding over, or ignorance of social rules and conventions, is a writerís choice. Writing isnít about me.