As I'm not having much luck with the current November, I'm thinking I ought to indulge my nostalgia and spend the remainder of the month in an earlier November when I also didn't have much luck, but a lot more fun. It was before I began keeping a paper journal, and the memories are hazy, augmented only by a few words scribbled on random scraps torn from small spiral notebooks and by a few artifacts to which I have clung. I wonder if I could reconstruct that time from that scant material? I'm considering this in spite of the fact that I have two long bits of writing begun within the last year which I could be working on. But I don't have any feeling for those pieces at the moment. They actually go back even farther than the distant November which has begun to haunt me. It's as though I've moved past them again, in memory, and have to wait until I've dealt with the more recent events before the earlier ones can re-assert themselves. Sometimes the way my brain works confuses the crap out of me.
Impending Nostalgia
As I'm not having much luck with the current November, I'm thinking I ought to indulge my nostalgia and spend the remainder of the month in an earlier November when I also didn't have much luck, but a lot more fun. It was before I began keeping a paper journal, and the memories are hazy, augmented only by a few words scribbled on random scraps torn from small spiral notebooks and by a few artifacts to which I have clung. I wonder if I could reconstruct that time from that scant material? I'm considering this in spite of the fact that I have two long bits of writing begun within the last year which I could be working on. But I don't have any feeling for those pieces at the moment. They actually go back even farther than the distant November which has begun to haunt me. It's as though I've moved past them again, in memory, and have to wait until I've dealt with the more recent events before the earlier ones can re-assert themselves. Sometimes the way my brain works confuses the crap out of me.
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