Friday, August 25, 2006
This is my last post for a while, as Brian, Chloe, and I will be relaxing in Maine for the next week. I am SO looking forward to planning my day around bike rides and swimming instead of buses and meetings. Have a good week everyone! In the meantime, here's an early Sunday Scribbling.
I'm oddly nostalgic for the monsters of my youth, the ones with different colored fur and big teeth. The ones that could be banished by the opening of my closet door by my mother or by my turning on the light.
Now my monsters are harder to visualize, and harder to banish. They come in the ephemeral form of fear of fear of failure, anxiety about not doing things right, angst that the things I have done right will be taken away by a random act--a car that's driving too fast, a fire that no one smells, a sickness that overtakes every cell.
I wonder if giving these monsters a body, fur, teeth, would help. Then I could send them back to the island they came from. Give them a bottle and a blankie and tell them (and myself) that everything will be alright.
Click here to read about the monsters under other people's beds.
Posted by Writer Bug at 10:09 AM