Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Baby Steps

I've fretted over names and fonts and it is time for me to step out. 

As many of you know, I've been working for years now on a memoir, a reminiscence, a distillation of  portions of my life. The story found there I feel is worth telling. 

The first explanation: "Words from the Stair." My husband describes this as a German convention. I think it may be universal. A quick Google-ing turns it up as French, L'esprit d'escalier.  These are thoughts, compositions, phrases that bubble up as afterthoughts. What you should have said if your wits were about you, insightful and to-the-point comments, and clever rejoinders. In this case we review a revision of long-past journal entries, eyewitness accountings.

The second: please take a test run. I present here excerpts from my story. I will travel back and forth through time. It might be confusing. Stay with me. My purpose is to vet pieces of the whole, and the whole is still amorphous, still waiting and wanting to congeal into the certain narrative I am determined to create. I ask your patience and beg your feedback. Do you understand? Do you feel it? Importantly: Do you want to hear more?

1 comment:

  1. Reading your blog is bringing back so many memories, I remember playing with Trevor on the stairs at the house. We would throw a ball back and forth, calling it Mr. Bounce. I'd yell"BOUNCE GOES MR. BOUNCE!" He'd laugh so hard. He loved those little books. I'd read them to him all the time.