WRITING & REALITY?: Finding Place

Sometimes, sometimes you need to build a cave to hide in. I’ve seen others do it. I’ve done it myself. Someplace where no one can find you, a place that’s built so well they see you but they only feel the walls. There are chinks where mental rocks don’t fit so well together, and you can claim you did this on purpose, to let in just a little light. Secret doors with tricky combinations that just a couple people know. And one you use to do the laundry and go to banks and grocery shopping. It’s best, I’ve learned, to make a mobile unit, so sitting in the library still affords the safety to your zone. Only those who know the secret password would dare to knock on locked doors. Only a very few more can even spot the door. At first you sneak out only under starlight. Someday soon you’ll be dancing in the sun. The cave, abandoned, collapses into walls, then further falls apart and each rock rolls down to the valley, splashing into streams that go forever either way. You look back only once, just in case, I think, and turn your back and climb the hills.

One of my summer courses has been cancelled—the fun one, I would think, on writing interactive fiction. My only other one is learning how to eat online. Nutrition is its proper name. But I believe they’ll try to teach me not to eat cake and cookies for breakfast and lunch. Especially when I sit at the computer, exercising only fingers and my mind.

I think though, that I will keep the scheduled time and simply name it something else. Like Library Reading, or some such useful learning time and topic.