So I can’t look back for too long.
There’s just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can’t go wrong
“Changes in Lattitudes, Changes in Attitudes”
-Jimmy Buffett,
Click here, to hear this song from youtube.
I’ve been thinking a lot about writing this book involving my childhood.
I anticipate a few problems, with memory and with speech.
I spent a few years in England, and I tried to learn the lingo there, so I could be better understood. I am married to a lovely English lady, so I hear the words and intonations all the time.
I have caught myself several times during the previous class assignments using terminology I’d use now, not what I would have used back then. I don’t think I would have said “lovely cup of tea” or that something was brilliant instead of cool. Not for the first 40 years or so.
Add to that all the energy and time I’ve put into trying to forget that era. Trying to NOT relive the pain or revisit moments in my life when things could have gone better. I made a mental break away from my roots, and I think I’m only remembering what I have allowed myself to remember all these years.
I think that’s why I don’t like country music, cause it can dreg up memories I thought I’d buried. If I’m do this story any justice, I’ll have to look back down the long years and try hard to face things , remember things I haven’t turned to in a long time.
Its not all dark inside there, I just hope I remember enough of the truth to make it worth the price of admission.
On the other hand a lot of things come up and say “write about me!” and I haven’t done that yet. I need to write about things personally, then again for mass consumption I guess. That way I get the bile out and look at the whole before deciding to edit myself even as I write it.
I used the LJ tool to grab my old entries from treehouselunac, its called ljarchive, and worked really well. It creates a local copy of your entries that you can then export as XML files and import into word press.