monday, august 17, 2020
Talked to Mami yesterday — did not get to tell her about my cold | allergies and it’s probably a good thing. We went on tangents and laughed so much! She is funny and witty and super clever. We spoke a week ago, I called her on our way to Maine, and it was the same, so I told her (and reiterated yesterday) that she should
write about her life
She thought about it — I am not kidding, I could HEAR her thinking — before she heartily laughed.
I explained that if she doesn’t want to write about everything per se, to use her EXPERIENCES. “It’s what I do,” I said. “Then make up whatever you want, fictionalize, tell a story, make people or circumstances they way you want them. Make someone taller, give a name you like, etc.” I think she liked the idea.
will send her notebooks + pens
for her birthday in September. Anyway, as we talked, she stopped to enthusiastically tell me about a dream she had recently — of me as a little girl.
She said what was so amazing
was that when she awoke, she was still talking to me “like a parrot.” I thought the dream was interesting, and a wee bit strange, and had (have) a question about it, two — and they both have to do with an exact moment. One I asked. The other I refrained from asking.
Why do I want to know?
What does (would) it matter?
Why don’t I ask?
I obviously want it to mean something … about writing … which I am doing at my work desk instead of working, while supposedly on a WRITING SABBATICAL!