People often feel exploited when they find themselves in my work. It doesn't matter if I call it fiction; I know as well as they do that's not an excuse. I don't bother trying to defend myself. It's not defensible, it's just what I do. I spend years crafting a two hundred-page story, all the time my life sits next to me like a jar of paint.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
"My life sits next to me like a jar of paint"
From Stephen Elliott's mesmerizing The Adderall Diaries, which I absolutely loved:
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