How To Have A Body is due to my Advisor in 9 days. I feel like I’m supposed to be stressing out. But I’m truly, genuinely not. My anxiety is… honestly, kinda non-existent right now. Like, yeah I’m a little tired, and yeah I’m having to be extra-diligent/protective about things like Breakfast and Exercise and Taking Breaks and Enough Sleep. But mostly I’m just excited & joyous & into where the book is taking me.
I have been writing all my life, and I have made many attempts at many books. But I honestly never knew before this one that writing a book could be this fun, this exhilarating. This is BAD-ASS.
I am kind of ON FIRE (go to 2:17) this week.
Just sent my advisor 125 pages of Potential Thesis. Roughly 50 of which are How To Have A Body, which, at this point, might just end up being the WHOLE Thesis?
Good lord. I am really tired, but I am really proud of myself.
Mexican hot chocolate with salted whipped cream, a peacock, and friends. #devriesisitalianforparty
I make a damn good warm beverage, y’all. Percival the Peacock agrees. ;)
it’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me, and i’m feeling good.
yeah!
I turned in 21 pages on Wednesday night (well, okay, actually, in the wee hours of Thursday morning) and I wrote 1,000 new words today.
It has been a rough around the edges week (school stress, wheeemotions stress, etc). But I am feeling pretty fucking bad-ass right now.
Powers That Be, can I write like this every week? :)
I haven’t been disingenuous in what I’ve said describing my perception of “truth” and “reality.” Certainly, I understand what is generally meant to be the “truth,” I understand this notion, but it’s not something I trust in, OK?
The only answer that feels true (I said feels, not is) is that yes, the character Minnie is me, but she is not me. She is a projection of some tumult which originates within me, but she is not me. I use elements of myself, including my likeness, for the character, perhaps as Cindy Sherman uses herself in her work, but like Sherman’s photographs, the work itself is not any more about the creator than it is about everyone. I won’t deny that Minnie does things I have done, and that things happen to her that have happened to me, but she, unlike me, having been created, is who she is and will remain so, unchanged now. I make no attempt to create “documentary.” There is a process of dissociation that takes place when I make a story, I make creative decisions in a fugue state that I could hardly describe to you, but the end result is, I hope, a story with some meaning or resonance, something created, with a beginning, a middle and an end, an encapsulation of feeling and impression, but in no way a documentary of anything other than an “emotional truth.”
If I told most interviewers that my work is “true” and that it is based on real events that occurred in my life, they would more readily accept this than they do the explanation I try to give. Sadly, what they would believe feels to me like a lie and a simplification of a process that is for me as complex and vague as life itself …
”I just sent what is probably one of the best stories I have ever written in my life to an editor. I FEEL FUCKING AMAZING, you guys!
Just call me Master de Vries. ;)
It feels so very good to be done. I am a proud Gina.
(Also, the splotches in the photos were splotches on my cell phone camera lens, not splotches on my actual Thesis!)
Officially ***DOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNE*** WITH THE SEMESTER! Now it is Chow time.
Off to my 10 year high school reunion events IN STYYYLEEEEEEEEEEEEE(E).
I am actually looking forward to hearing one of my favorite History teachers give alumni a lecture on the Civil War. Um. I’m a nerd?
This made me laugh really hard after a really hard day. (Thank you, fagtastic. Ohmygod.)