the funny odd thing about doing writing in a place where anyone and everyone can read it (this blog, i mean) it that i wonder sometimes if people know which things are true, which are embroidered and which are fictions.

a writer’s “i” does not necessarily always mean “me, myself, the person doing this writing.” writers adopt devices to communicate the truth they want to tell.

sometimes the best way to tell a truth is to cast it in a fiction.