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November 18, 2006


Beth, this project is beginning to have a narrative thrust -- even though it's anything but linear in approach -- as the individual pieces build on one another. I'm enjoying it very much.

With me, it was my mother who would scream and freak out trying to teach me to drive. We went out together once and only got about fifty feet from the house before she became so agitated that we couldn't continue. After that, I only practiced driving with my father, who was sometimes scared of what I might do, but could hold his tongue or make only quiet suggestions so that his own agitation didn't make my driving worse. And this, too, was because my mother and I were too much alike.

Thanks, Andru! I'm beginning to understand where it the narrative is taking me, and what I might do with it - none of which is really coming across here. It's kind of an improv, I guess, that is telling me - in the process - what I am trying to figure out and, eventually, say. At the end of the month, or whenever I've exhausted this particular part of the narrative, I'll try to explain further!

I'm VERY appreciative to hear from you and other readers who are enjoying reading it, and to hear some of your own stories that mine have jiggled loose!

Your stories are jiggling many loose in my mind — memories of my father teaching me to use the stick shift on the twisting and hilly roads around our house, me occasionally terrifying him... the daily drive I made to high school because I lived out of the district... and more. Each time I read an entry here, I find myself reflecting on my own memories, experiences, relationships. Reading your writing is a surprisingly introspective experience.

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