This question was put to me by my trusty online horoscope. I felt like a cat on a hot tin roof for a few days until I found my answer (http://bit.ly/relaxWriter) but I think it might be a great excuse for some writerly outpouring...
That I am fearless.
That I have the prettiest toes on the beach.
MATT!!! Your toes are perfect, stop it, stop it right now!
Now, Matt, we've been through this a million times before, and I appreciate what you're saying, but it's just not truuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuue!
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
;-)
That I never lie to myself.
Clarice Lispector, the Brazilian writer, wrote in her Cronicas that at least she had not started to lie to herself. She was married to a diplomat. Her Cronicas appeared in Jornal do Brasil on Saturdays from '67 to '73. Cronica is a Brazilian form in journalism, and Lispector innovated it by writing a more intimate prose.
Interesting you mentioned Lispector, Ann. I've been reading and re-reading "Family Ties" and I think it's obvious in stories like "Imitation of the Rose" and "The Daydreams of a Drunk Woman" that she didn't flinch from telling herself the truth, at least much of the time.
That I know what I'm doing.
Likely it's a lie I've not yet discovered as a lie. Could be anything, really.
That I'm not also 11 of the most popular writers on this site in addition to being four other major award-winning writers not here.
I used to tell so many lies as a kid that my mom told me I should make a filing system to keep them straight. In my twenties, I gave up lying for lent. It changed my life. Maybe that's my longest running lie. Maybe it didn't change my life. Maybe I should start to lie again. Like Dr. House says: "Everyone lies."
Maybe all this I just wrote is a lie. Maybe it's not.
That I never lie. Period.
good piece, susan. writing fiction does help seeing through lies, one's own and others'.
Marcus, it does?
that i know what i am doing. (and i didn't see JLD's as the scroll hid it)
JC, what are you doing?
That I am not good enough (and never will be;you know, defectively bad).
I finished my book (story, poem, painting any room in my house, etc.).
James, it's an Irish thing.
I suppose mine would be "I'm fine" and other variants of that whenever someone asks "how are you?"
It's never that simple. But it's hard to tell how much the other side wants to know, what it is they are really asking about, how much they want to connect.
When I joined "The Sons of Italy". I lied, but it was the best lie I have ever told. Great bunch of people.
It rubs the truth on its skin.
IT RUBS THE TRUTH ON ITS SKIN!!!!!!!!!
(Thank you, Matt Dennison.)
yes, james. i still know what i'm doing. [not]
That I hate lies.
No I do not. I am beginning to find them a convenient way to expend energy in the most efficient way possible.
I also appreciate a good lie more than ever. If we dream our lives anyway, isn't lie just another word for dream???
Sorry, gotta go, I think “Inside Edition” is about to begin on Channel 4.
I continued to miscount the number of days elapsed since I turned nineteen until some few years ago when I decided to begin counting backwards, but I'm STILL not nineteen again (yet).
That I know anything about anything.