How do you start? You just jump in, I guess.
Back in 2006 I wrote a journal entry that became the touchstone of my writing life, and for almost fifteen years my central metaphor and the basis of my online identity. It was about movement at the fringes, the interplay of light and shadow, about being the perpetual outsider, the stranger even in a group of intimates.
That metaphor no longer benefits me. I’m letting it go. I no longer want to hang back half-hidden in the shadows, waiting to be invited closer to the fire. I can no longer afford to believe that’s where I belong.
