Tweaking, not twerking! This blog is new, and I am trying out new things with it so if you see that things are moving about it is just me tinkering with the appearance. The Anaïs Nin quote I have added will likely remain in the same place:
I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I cannot transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another.
I got so angry years ago, when a Nin biography came out and a book reviewer claimed that she did not refer enough to the war that was going on in her diary. Really? Whose place is it to define how another person captures their own life? Maybe her diary was an escape from what was going on at the time. Why do we dream? Fantasize? And even during times of war people still have sex, fall in love and make babies. Maybe I am like Anaïs, when I put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard, I want to transcend my reality. I want to fly…
