Wit! Wordplay! Whatever!
the idea that I had (in the bath, a very good place for ideas) is for a story about a girl piecing her childhood back together after all was lost in a dumpster. this would be the most literal, autobiographical route, but liberties and license could, and probaly should, be taken with the plot details. It came to me that I would love to see a diary I kept when I was 12, but which, as well as most of my things from the first 20 years of my life, was banished to the sea of forgetting by my grieving, half-mad (Lear, yes) father upon the death of my mother. No one was there to save our stuff, Christmas ornaments we made in Kindergarten, grade school report cards, crafts, journals, photographs, scrapbooks of playbills and assorted awards. And we were flung out into the world unmoored without past, present, or future hope. Ten years later, finally in recovery, remembering what I was made to forget, I want to retrieve and remake those sentimental objects, to reconnect with my childhood self and nuclear family. Renumerating, re-animating, return.
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