Life events overlap sometimes. Common themes began to appear. A friend called it synchronicity.
Either way, I’ve found the dilemma is not knowing what to write about, rather, owning what I write. I hold back because I don’t want friends or family to knit my writing to me, to draw conclusions about me because of what I have written, or to be disillusioned by what they comprehend.
One by one, lots of happenings began pointing me toward something that would allow me the freedom to bleed: a mask, a name, a pen name.
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask and he will tell you the truth. -Oscar Wilde
Dr. Suess; Mark Twain; William Shakesphere; George Orwell; Pablo Neruda; Voltaire – to name a few famous pens. Now to creating my own. What an adventure this will be!