I am not positive but I may have come to a decision last night. As I was reading Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg I got permission to tell the truth in a fictional way. The section called Blue Lipstick and a Cigarette Hanging Out Your Mouth started it by saying - do something different. The next section, Going Home, hit home - entirely.
"It is very important to go home if you want your work to be whole."
Check.
Living upstairs from good old mom and dad is a going home. Having my son live upstairs with me adds an entirely new dimension. Often I feel this is a second adolescence - a chance to get it right. Having my son grow up before my eyes in this house with me - gives me a new perspective.
Being so close makes it hard to say what I need to say, and maybe even see it. But here is where I am, so here is where I will write. Afterall, I've gone home.
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