WRITING: Autobiographical

I swore I would stop entering personal posts in this weblog, but in doublethinking the decision, isn’t this writing as well? My reason, goal, and intent for this particular log is to keep it oriented toward literature and the reading and writing process. Almost all of what I see herein (there’s that lovely word again) as personal is related to this field of interest. I’ve been told that I have a peculiar way of seeing things, of relating them. I find humor in many serious situations, and can locate and dwell on the darkness found in normal everyday life. Alzheimers can be funny at times–don’t condemn me for this statement; I have lived through it. And I can sink into a bottomless pit of depression over a single broken fingernail–when that fingernail is the latest in a series of little things that go wrong for an unreasonable duration, and I am open to it. Remember, we often cry when we’re laughing the hardest. Writers play with emotions; their own and those of their readers, and it is a skill to be learned.
Everything written is based in reality and turned into fiction only through perception. Sometimes things will simply come out closer to recognizable or even stated as true to life. Though I’ve not quite recovered from my Old People Day which is every Monday, someday I’ll tell you about my father and his attempt to turn me into a lawn mower repairman.