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Just like the other one. You strain and strain and what results sounds magnificent, but has no substance. That was me these past months.
WARNING: Rambling, sentimental, almost-free-write follows. Skipping recommended.
I think I’m over that now, thanks to the waning of exhaustion and my friends. Those lovely (girl/boy/hubby)friends who’ve illuminated and distracted me these past days, kept me sane and constantly affirmed my sanity, energetically dismissed my self-doubt and fears, checked in with roundabout, casual questions about state of mind/body.
Now I’m back to normal, except for a strange urge to run and lie down on flat surfaces, put my legs in the air and invite strangers to peer at my privates. Conditioning is wonderful.
Got a postcard from Gypsy this week -
Gypsy asks which character I want to play? Hard, since I paid more attention to my epiphanies than the character construction. The Witch came to me at an off-center time…many things were remembered, some even revealed.
My initial instinct was to be/know Viorel. What is it like to be Athena’s son in a school of conformists, watch her be reviled and loved and notorious beyond everyone else he knew? Children learn by copying and example, and Viorel had to constantly switch context between home and “everything else”.
Alas, Viorel has not many lines in the book :). So, for almost the same reasons I choose to be Samira. Samira, who had to watch her daughter move from one failure to another, hitting, then crumbling at societal milestones.
