That’s what I’m doing off-blog, in case you’re wondering. In more ways than one. I’m writing something unlike anything I’ve done before, yes (but of course it always feels like that even if one is condemned to write the same thing over and over for eternity). But also trying to fill in some of the dark stuff which I have both consciously and unconsciously left off this blog. It’s not what you think. You won’t see it here but you may or may not see it somewhere else in another form. Not that we see darkness anyway.
I’m bringing this up because M pointed out that these posts are much less dark than my other writing. It might seem paradoxical that the death of my father should bring out my lighter side. But it’s easier to go excavating in the murky corners when it’s not you, it’s not real. In fact when M emailed me this observation, I was writing a (fictional) scene in which the lights go out (I know I owe a debt to Peter Shaffer and his wonderful Black Comedy on that one). Another spontaneous gift from the random universe, dropped at my feet as a cat would deliver a field mouse.
I have not mentioned Dad at all in this post. I mention him now.
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