Tonight, I was going to write a blog post that addressed some of the issues I had brought up in my post on David Foster Wallace. It was going to be called “Making Believe.” But I’ll have to write that blog post tomorrow. I’m still working on the chapter I need to send out tonight. I’ll probably be working on it for another hour or so. So I don’t have time to write a blog post tonight, and honestly, whatever I wrote tonight wouldn’t be very good.
Instead, I’m going to post a picture. This is a picture I used to have up on my old website, the old black and white one I created years ago, right around the time I went to Clarion.
I’m posting it because of a sentence I wrote in the blog post “What the Cards Said.” Here is the sentence: “This is where you are going: the Moon.” That’s what Madame Violette said to Thea. So consider this yet another illustration for my story. It’s Thea in the Moon, a representation of where she’s going, whatever that means.
But it has to do, just a bit, with the blog post I want to write tomorrow, as well. I think that as we go through life, we have to tell stories. At least, I continually find myself telling stories – about where I have been, where I am going. And creating pictures like this one is a way of telling stories. Oblique, enigmatic stories about who I am. I don’t know what they mean, of course. But then, I don’t know what most of my stories mean when I write them either.