The wondrous Olivia, the English Courtesan, tagged me with the Six Word Memoir. That title up there was my first attempt. Well, not really. But it sounded hawt! Livvy’s six word memoir was quite striking, I must say. (If you want to know what it is, you must visit her blog!) She said she had a little difficulty with it at first, wondering, how could she describe her life in six words? She did very well though. Much better than I did with my attempt to be amusing in six words.
When she tagged me, she said she deliberately chose bloggers who can write. I think I preened a little. I call myself a writer, but other than a few poems and the stuff I post at the Bar, I’ve never been published. I know that being published does not make one a writer. However, I’d like to think that one day I will finish something and have it published. It’s not a dream of mine, the way some people have a dream that is really a goal. Instead, it’s one of those things that is highly attainable, but always gets pushed back because other things in life are more important. I guess some day it will happen. I know I have the talent. Too many diverse people have told me that I do, for me not to believe it. Now, I just need find to the right vehicle and the time to create it.
Maybe Lex is the vehicle, because Lex is me. Not in looks, but in her soul. She was gang raped by the Nazis. I’ve been gang raped by Life. Yet Lex continues to hope. When she thinks she has nothing left inside her, Johann shows her that it isn’t true. He shows her how her actions give away the hope that continues to well within her. I don’t know where it comes from, but it wells within me too most days. Like Lex, the dark sometimes rules, but the light always returns. So perhaps my vehicle is Lex, taken from the context of the Bar and given to the world… It’s certainly an idea I’d not thought of until this moment.
So, my six word memoir is easy. And it’s so me.
Thanks for tagging me, Livvy. I think I needed to get those words off my chest. I’m not going to tag anyone else, but those of you who read me, who are writers too, if you haven’t done this… then you should. There is a freedom in the release of those words, that I can’t exactly describe. Sort of a feeling of coming home. Maybe I’m waxing poetic or being melodramatic or diva-ish. Don’t know. Don’t really care. I just know those words felt good.
Happy Friday, luscious ones. I’ll be reading all your blogs this weekend, after I post more sex at the Bar.
