Spiritual
Advice in the manner of Elizabeth Gilbert’s “Eat, Pray, Love”
“One night I remember
asking myself, while I was slowly curling up in the same old corner of my
couch, in tears yet again over the same old sorrow and sadful thoughts, ‘Is
there anything about this scene you can change?’ Is this character just
gonna keep on screwing the next guy that comes along, and the next, and the
next…. '
“And all I could think to
try to do was stand up, while still sobbing, and try to balance on one foot in
the middle of my bedroom. Just to prove that — while I couldn’t stop the tears,
or change my character’s nature, or change my always dismal interior dialogue —
I was not yet totally out of control : At least I could cry hysterically while
holding one leg and balanced on one foot and imagining my characters trying to have sex in that
position.”
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