It's amazing the number of times it has happened to me; logging on to write one post, starting to read some other stuff, then following links and ending up with a completely different post. 'Reflective analysis' was a course subject for my Masters; you were supposed to reflect on your practice and I just couldn't get my head around it. I scored dismally in it. I think I can explain it much better now -- where an idea originates, how it changes into something totally else and how it influences whatever it is you are 'creating' -- and I'd do it without a bloody bibliography or deep-breathing exercises. We were made to do both in class. Most of the yoga-time was spent twittering (the real thing as against wrongly used synonym for tweeting) with these two Italian boys I was really fond of*. One was on a study visa like me and another was an Australian-of-Italian-descent, both quite gorgeous. Sigh. Anyway, now one of them is part of a band and I'd really like to see them perform. (*Fond of = in a hey-you're-fun kind of way, I was attached to Partner then as I am now).
Did you ever wish you were 'in' a book?
It's hard for me to pinpoint a single book that changed my life or influenced it majorly. There have been several that have played important roles throughout; and I continue to discover more. I can however say that more often than not I've found company, solace and fun in books when people have been disappointing. Fact is far more boring than fiction! I'm writing all this because of this post -- I once was Miss America -- on bookslut.com. I've never read Sweet Valley High, but I know what the author means when she says, "Some experiences are universal. A girl is a girl whether she lives in West Omaha or Sweet Valley. Books are often far more than just books." Much like the post on "real beauty" that so many of you girls, irrespective of being Indian, American or Australian responded to. Check out the bookslut.com post, it's quite good.