A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Woman / Week 1

[occasionally]

When I was five years old, my life changed forever. It all happened while my brother and I sat at the kitchen table, stirring our ice cream into “milkshakes”. He dropped the proverbial bomb on me. I was adopted. The news was devastating, as one might imagine. But, in either an unusual act of bravery or a typical act of curiosity, I requested the

Comments

[lrig_rorrim]

I love how you play with "truth" and "lies" here, blending perception and reality and the stories we are told and tell each other and ourselves about our own lives. Well done!

[occasionally]

Thank you so much. This comment made my day when I got it. It's nice when people really pick up on the underlying themes of your work. And, well, I'm all about storytelling and the boundaries between truth and lies.

[fourzoas]

This is really stellar stuff. I want it all to be real, and I'm heartbroken that my mind insists it can't be. Bravo!

[occasionally]

What do you mean you want it all to be real? This is my autobiography.

*wink*

[jem0000000]

This is beautiful. :)

[occasionally]

Thank you.

[roina_arwen]

Very vibrant and intriguing. I love the way you wrote this.

[occasionally]

Thanks so much. I like that adjective vibrant.

[lilycobalt]

I especially enjoyed the glimpses into your early childhood. All the glimpses had a fantastic feeling to them. And now words are failing me, but I loved this.

[occasionally]

I could probably write a whole volume of wacky tales from my childhood. It's quite likely they'll appear again this season, because they're stories I've always enjoyed telling.

I'm glad that you loved it.