Home - is where I want to be / But I guess I'm already there /I come home -
she lifted up her wings /
Guess that this must be the place...
- Talking Heads, "Naive Melody"

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Modest Dreams

I am a child of the 80s, and I grew up on "Cathy" cartoons and the dawning certainty that "having it all" only worked for those wealthy enough to pay other people to do the gross parts. I don't have many illusions these days, but I do have this stubborn dream of being one of those people who have their shit together.

Definitions of this state are no doubt wildly individual. I think sometimes I would settle for getting through a week without realizing that I've forgotten a birthday, missed some important school communique, or fretted about future finances. Perhaps even that is unrealistic.

At least Byron is behaving well (for my purposes). I was pondering last night on the fact that I don't remember when I decided to use him in this book. It spent so long on the back burner, and I didn't take good notes of my early process.

The Prometheus Tapestry

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