I See Stories


I See Slubs
September 30, 2006, 11:32 am
Filed under: mirrors

img_8014.JPGIt occurred to me this morning that it is not stories that I see: I see slubs. Things that seem incongruous, that I can’t quite explain, those are what become stories for me. They really are like those little knots in fabric that come from imperfectly spun threads. Some irregularity in the warp or weft that results in lumps. Life lumps…slubs. Sounds about right.

Weaving those stories into some sort of coherent whole is an altogether different challenge. Is there some sort of theme that evolves that makes individual anecdotes hang together? Those themes just seemed to show themselves to me when I was writing Oh La La.



Home is where the hearth is
September 22, 2006, 7:06 am
Filed under: mirrors

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I am reading Belonging: Home away from home by Isabel Huggan now. Throughout the book she visits the idea of home weaving bits of recollection about her childhood into the events of her daily life in France. From Canada, she lived in Africa, France, and the Philippines, making a new home in each place. She feels settled now in France.

I can’t help but feel slightly agitated and disconcerted by my readings. On the one hand, I have tried to write about this issue of home before myself; of what it means to be home. There is the idea of being at home, as in comfortable, familiar, at ease. I guess this feeling can come from living for an extended period in a place; frequency of traversing the terrain gives knowledge. A sure sign, is being able to daydream while walking to and from the market or the bank. When there is little danger of taking the wrong route or making a faux pas, less attention is required.

Then there is that more complicated notion of home as a place, a roost, a comfortable and safe haven. Can that travel with me? Can anyplace that I lay my head at night be considered home? Continue reading



I see stories…here I go!
September 11, 2006, 7:18 am
Filed under: first stories, looking out, mirrors

I can hardly believe it…my very own blog! I’ve been reading blogs, writing about blogs, setting up blogs, but I never had my very own, personal, do-whatever-I-want-to-with-it blog. Now I do.

Not a very auspicious beginning, but I am going to note that I am very glad that I see stories. I am going to use this space to try to experiment with my own writing. I like to see stories…and I like to write them. I hope that I can work on both seeing and writing here.

Oh yes, and I’m really glad that I’m not that kid in Sixth Sense; he kept saying “I see dead people.” Stories are definitely better.