Day 94

I picked up Mary Karr's new memoir, Lit, this morning. The preface is written to her son. She talks about the pain she created in his life and how she hopes that the story she is about to tell will help him fill in the blanks. She is, in essence, offering the gift of her truth. Yet she starts by saying that it is all a lie in recognition that there is no Truth. I put down the book and got in the shower, a place where I do some of my best thinking. I started to imagine rewriting the preface to the memoir I started a few months ago. I haven't touched it in a month, or more. But suddenly I felt inspired. The words were as accessible as the water that rained down from the tap. I made two mental notes. One, read more Mary Karr. Two, invent a way to write in the shower.