April 22, 2019
The writing that earned me a scholarship to a women’s retreat in Spain. Since this one is far less about rhythm & rhyme, and more about the placement of the words on the page, I’m going to give it to you in screenshots, so that even if you’re on your phone, it will hold its shape:
© 2019 Hartebeast
I know I told you that I’d finish the tale about that time I tried to do karaoke not long after Dain Bramage and whiplash stole my ability to sing. I will. But editing it cracked open a whole boatload of stuff I’ve never written about from that first year after my tangle with a drunk driver. It’s good to finally get that stuff cracked open.
But this is part of the repair and rebuild process. Sorting through messy places that still carry the rubble of myself, hunting for salvageable treasures, finding the lost items that are important enough to share with you, and organizing what I really want to say.
That takes time.
And patience.
And it is something that can only be done in solitude.
It’s like those building-size curtains on ancient structures that conceal the scaffoldings and the reconstruction work with life-size images of what it will eventually look like. They splash intrigue-whetting phrases on those curtains like“Coming Soon!” and “Restoration In Progress!” and “Please Excuse Our Mess!”
Not like I don’t have a gazillion other pieces I can share with you today. 😜
MUAH!