novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- many funnelled into one my hair is getting to the point where i have stopped mapping its growth. it has become a mass. one mess on my head that i plaster down and stick behind my ears or under something. saturday night jenn came over and i brushed it out for her, so giant, it looked like my head was a stop motion photograph taken underwater. and then we worked at our respective stories, hers is about how a haircut takes a pivotal role in reforming a girl's identity--it's the opposite of my hair, my growing, tumbled hair. but i can't cut it now. not yet. jenn's storywriting strategy is to map out a sequence of events in her head before any actual writing takes place. mine is to throw lots of things together and to pray. no wonder i edit like the dickens. no wonder i write like i think. 11:41 pm - 11.04.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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