I'm in need of a few reminders today:
- In fiction and in nonfiction, characters are not people. And vice versa.
- Figuring it out is not the same as forgiving. Although lord do they both take work.
- I do what is right for me, and I always have the power and option to change my mind. (Infinite thanks, Coach.)
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SARA M:
I walk into my apartment, and there is a character sitting at my
kitchen table.
“You’re not real,” I say.
BRIE:
“But I was,”
SARA M:
he replies.
“Yes, until I wrote you.
Then you became fic-tion-al.”
LISA:
“You always were hyper-rational.”
SARA M:
“You see? Now hyper-rational is my word. You would have said robot. You did say robot.”
SARA GC:
“Did you . . . misrepresent
me then? Did you write me wrong? Why did I say hyper-rational, if I should
have said robot?”
SARA M:
I brace myself on the kitchen counter, counting slowly, silently
to ten. I only get to five. His hand is on my shoulder.
“You know,” I gulp, “I’ve been through this before. We’ve been through this before. I know this will go away eventually.”
He brushes his fingers lightly across the back of my neck.
I let him take my shoulder, lead me back to the table.
I start to write.
The True Story, or Vicious & Multiple & Untrue After All will premiere as part of First Person Arts RAW at the First Person Arts Festival (November 8-17, 2012).
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