I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.
The answer is always in the entire story, not a piece of it.
Writing a story or a novel is one way of discovering sequence in experience, of stumbling upon cause and effect in the happenings of a writer’s own life. —Eudora Welt
That sequence? Appearances can be deceiving. I'm fickle. I have a story to tell but find it difficult to put the words on paper. If it takes 20 years to get this story out...I'll be pissed. I guess, in truth, right now I'm so focused on the present and reality that I have a hard time thinking about fictional things. My writing is on pause for a bit.
My head is elsewhere, but I have one thought--Wilson said that when we stop looking for love, that's when things start to happen. But I wonder, is anyone ever not deep down looking for love?
Today is Father's Day. Gets you thinking about the cookie cutter commercial father-daughter relationships. Seeing that..will never not hurt.
Maybe some wounds will never fully heal, maybe part of growing up is learning to live with the pain, instead of pretending it's not there.
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