I think this is non-specific enough to post safely in public. For Home, longer than drabble length by a bit
Everywhere and Nowhere
Once upon a time....
All good stories start out that way. This one starts out with live music, and a girl.
Somewhere along the road, the girl fell in love. Her big sister, the journalist, took her places, always backstage: the Dead, Woodstock, Altamont. The girl was ornamental, but different: decisive, smart, dangerous. She said yes to one or two, no to the rest. She loved one.
Home was backstage, in the dressing room, watching from the wings. She was always glad to be there, sorry to be there, impatient to take him and leave. It never happened, of course, the leaving. It was his schedule, not hers. It was his life, her time.
The man is long dead, and so, apparently, is the girl. The woman remembers, and goes home on her own terms, when her memories permit.
I'm having issues.
Everyone who has read Safe Harbor from Ann Arbor (the story of ita and I cohabitating) says, "I love this, it's too short."
I feel like lengthening it, getting into the personal stuff of it is a violation of ita's privacy, more than I'm comfortable with.
I'm not sure where to go with it, but when everyone gives that exact same feedback, I have to find some way to elaborate.
Allyson, I don't remember - is that one the inaurgural essay in the book?
Nope, I think the inaugural is going to be the title essay.
Then, yes, it may want to be a bit longer. I know it was the first one I got to read, but that didn't mean you were leading off the book with it.
Hmmmm. May I reread, please?
Yes, please - because from what I remember of it, in terms of how it's structured, I think it can be expanded not only without stepping on ita's space, but in a way that's both fluff-free and relevant to the rest of the book.
Whoa, Deb. Those last two lines pack a huge punch.
I'm having issues.
Allyson, what about comparing what it's like to go from talking about Buffy, let's say (metaphors, writing, characterization -- *big* kind of vague stuff), to talking about who used the last of the tampons, or whatever?
Also, personal essays don't have to be up to AP standards. If a real person you want to write about loved chocolate and purple sweaters, you can make that Twizzlers and red skirts in your piece.
THERE WILL BE NO TWIZZLERS!!
Allyson -- why don't you see what you want to write, and I'll see if any of the bits of my life make me feel oogie.
ita, one of the things I wanted to look at in that one particular essay was how Allyson herself - her own presence in that one piece - felt against a few of the others. In her piece about Tim, for instance, she was so beautifully present, just so there, that it knit everything together. I'm wondering if a bit of that might not be what's needed for your piece.
What are Twizzlers? Are those those braided things that taste like stale sugary Pernod?
