My adoring public over at Mirror Sister might get a tad fed up if I quote from The New Diary by Tristine Rainer again, but I'm sure the inner coterie reading this won't mind, will you my darlings? Right then, listen to this good stuff:
"As a woman I feel that my power to describe my life is a gesture against powerlessness. I defy the 'official' version of reality with my own version. As a result of my power to describe my experiences in the diary, I feel there is nothing that can really overwhelm me - not hunger or cruelty, success or poverty, loss or love, illness or disappointment, or even other people's manipulations. As long as I have the power of words to describe my experience, I have a bastion of personal control. The diary is not just a friend, a mother, a psychiatrist, and a home - it is a weapon."
So there you have it, girls. x x
(N.B. I'm writing to an audience again, aren't I? This was supposed to be an introspective diary, Deborah. Slap wrists time! No, but what an audience, eh? I love you all, my sweets. Your discerning taste in blogs renders you stars.)
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