The Story Twins
Like most writers, I have two people inside my head. One is The Writer, who is always scribbling - mostly garbage - and the other is The Editor, whose task in life is to keep their talkative twin under control. The Writer is incorrigible, even in conversation, twisting everything into a narrative, being cavalier with Facts and ruthless with Truth when it gets in the way of The Story. The sensible Editor purports to deplore such reckless conduct, but can't resist doing a bit of tweaking - deleting this, substituting that, altering a word here and a word there - in order to make a Better Story. The two quarrel incessantly. Truth is absolutely disregarded.
But they are absolutely inseparable - what would one do without the other?
Image - Etruscan Museum in Volterra
They are supposed to be dancing, but at first glance it looks as if they are fighting.
And a third who is a poet perhaps? A poet is of course a writer but somehow different I think. I always love the poems you post Kathleen and Equinox is no exception.
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Thank you Avril - the poem is still being tweaked here and there, but very glad you liked it. Glad too to see you 'out and about' again!
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