...a serialized, seat-of-the-pants, first draft memoir, in which the author muscles through the stress of change.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
This will be a serialized account of anxiety in a typical female neurotic, and the origins of that anxiety, and some discussion of its treatment with varying degrees of success. My friend Tzivia says that I am a WASP lesbian Woody Allen. Here's proof.
I am writing this blog to air some ideas that may or may not one day work as a memoir. Check it out. You will enjoy "Anxiety" more if you start at the beginning. Scroll down to the bottom of this column and click on the first entry--December 2007--and read forward through time!
"Anxiety and its Origins" is the first draft of a serial memoir. In it you will read about hair-raising moments like the day I realized the squirrels in Bennett Park were rats, or the many times I have fought back panic while driving, or the exhilerating adreneline rush of just not, by god, just not, not, not, not, not dropping the outboard engine that has just popped off the back of the family rowboat and is still whirring at all of its 10 horses of power, kicking up a horrible fuss as it dangles by the throttle from my hand, and it's heavy but I hold it--I do!--as I shoot across the lake, waving with my other hand to my mother and father who are standing on their dock, watching. I am made superhuman by the force of my anxiety. All of this I promise to render in as much excruciating detail as a rough draft can manage. The blog format invites you to reflect on these horrors along with painfully neurotic me; please feel free to share any stress my posts provoke--but please don't get creepy on me. We're looking for hope, here; I believe in keeping a batty good nature through it all, even through the real-time ride we'll take in the coming months, helping my parents adjust to a new senior living community, having just left our family home of 41 years, which of course induced the sort of panic my clan is known for. Notice I said "left." The home was supposed to be "sold." Nothing happens in our little world without a moose-knockout dose of anxiety; that's what makes us so darn much fun to be around! If you're new to the story, you should be able to jump right in if you like. But if you, like I, are into "narrative arc," try starting at the beginning...
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Your friend Tzivia is extremely wise :)
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