lightning
Guess what I should be doing right now?
a. reading workshop submissions
b. writing a paper
c. revising an essay
d. all of the above
I was talking to EKH in her office the other day, and she was telling me about cycles in the life of a writer, which made me think of the life cycle of a toad postcard I have taped to the wall of my office. The grown frog at the bottom of the card gradually splits up into DNA like an Escher painting, and as the circle loops around, the chromosomes become a tadpole and then an adult again.
She said that people go through genre phases; I might start writing fiction someday.
Later that day in class, she repeated her prediction: "The lightening bolt of fiction could strike," she said, looking directly at me. My mental image of the postcard vanished in a puff of smoke.
I am terrified of fiction. It's a toss-up between lightning and fiction actually. Lightning is the only weather phenomenon I am neurotically afraid of (tornadoes and such I am just healthily afraid of).