Thursday, October 15, 2009
Jenna is the main character in my upcoming novel, Spun. She is a recovering meth addict with an alcoholic mother, a dead father, a torn-up life and an uncertain future. Jenna is also an aspiring writer, carrying a notebook with her at all times in which she expresses her dreams and hopes, fears and desires, poems, images and observations.
Paige has Kevin.
Even Mom has Frank.
Is there, and if so, where and when is there, someone for me? I’m filled with longing, or, rather, emptied of everything else. “There isn’t any me anymore,” said Hemingway. So say I, when I’m going home, alone again. I say to myself, Paige loves me, my mother loves me, but do they really? I scrawl in my notebook:
Paige has Kevin. Kevin has Paige.
I always go home
Mom has Frank. He has Mom.
Who has me?
I would’ve liked to make P.’s rm. a genie bottle, cause rgt. now, I feel like a genie trapped in a bottle,
bottle = home, but it confines me to its glass belly, no one gets in or out, and the most I can hope for is the glass breaks.
I want to be in love. That’s what everyone else has, rgt.? Paige/Kevin, Mom/Frank. They hate each other but if they weren’t in love they wouldn’t still be together, or would they?
Who would I be willing to throw myself under?