My trouble is that, as I recollect moments from my youth & young adulthood, I relive them emotionally. There were no great traumas, but a wealth of naïveté, so much so that I suffer under the weight of regret as memories flood in. I lose good chunks of time to this & end up retreating to non-autobio writing. I have several autobio & semi-autobio stories in various stages of completion due to this.
Now I don’t mean to go off on some tear here, but I notice that there is some genuine confusion about this question and it comes up a lot. Every “community” seems to wrestle with certain questions, and every community gets to a point where they must defend against the inevitable accusations on cliques, transparency, bias, self promotion. There will always be somebody out there, it seems, who feels put out in some kind of way by a community or hasn’t gotten the response or attention or comments or welcome they wanted. What happens when people walk away from a community, dissatisfied? People will, that’s the way it is. Can’t please everyone, particularly when part of the burden is on the individual to make their own way in a given group.…
Here is a shorter, easier to read version of the 21 page semi-poem already posted.
This version is plain prose and much shorter. It still has jokes.
If you care about writers, reading, or playing golf, eating or using the bathroom:
please read this:
“Full release including confidentiality clause (with no “cuteness”—i.e. no subsequent literary writings involving this issue or the workplace/employees in general.”
This was a settlement proposal by The Government Of Manitoba (Canada) after I won a human rights complaint against The Manitoba Human Rights Commission. Believe it or not, winning the complaint was only the start of my problems. The Government of Manitoba believes that losing the complaint gives it the right to monitor my “literary writings” about “the workplace/employees in general” for the rest of my life.…
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