We had a party and we were lucky, people came. It was our party so I knew it was going to happen but it still took me by surprise. When the party takes place in your own house, you don't get that time in the car or on your bicycle to get used to the idea. When you set off for a party, you go to it rather than it comes to you. And when everyone is inside your house you can't talk to anyone properly because your peripheral vision is working much harder than your central vision and you're watching to see who needs a drink, who doesn't have anyone to talk to and who is just coming through the door. I wish I knew some party tricks. Tricks like knowing how to end conversations without seeming rude even though you're still in the same room as the person you were talking to, and how to catch someone's eye and greet them yet continue the conversation you were having with someone else.
I much prefer parties to Facebook though. At least at parties you know who you're talking to and can tell whether they're listening or not.
Clicking on the 'next blog' link at the top of this page reminds me of reading Enid Blyton's story The Magic Faraway Tree. The tree is so tall it disappears into the clouds and at the top of the tree is a ladder that takes Jo, Bessie and Fanny into a different land each time they climb it. And to think when we were at school my sister's teacher banned her from reading Enid Blyton because the biggest word in her books was 'sometimes'.
What are the ethics of writing about someone else's memory? It's simply expropriation, isn't it? I think so, even if I make it clear I'm writing about someone else. What if I see myself as honouring the person whose memories I'm using? A sort of homage. Or, perhaps more truthfully, I know that if I don't write their memories down, no one else will, including the person whose memories they are. And they're damn good stories. I haven't defined it yet, but I think it's different depending on whether it's poetry or fiction. Non-fiction is altogether something else; it's simply biography.