Most of my posts are obviously opinion. My parents claimed I could talk in full sentences by the time I was nine months old. I would put this down to parental pride but too many family friends and relatives have said the same thing, when my parents weren’t around to gloat in stories about my brilliant childhood.
I do know that I have never been without an opinion. Every night at dinner we had to discuss the day’s events which meant that my sister and I had to be up on the news. Before we could read, my parents would read selected articles from The New York Times and other papers, and we would discuss them.
We lived in a huge garden apartment complex until I was twelve. Every family had at least two kids as it was baby booming time, and I had many friends, despite my insistence on talking about current events.
Don’t worry they deserted me by the time for I was eleven for being weird. Eventually I recovered. In college, I had great unpopular early adolescent stories. Though I was never without an opinion, I was shy. Boys encouraged me to talk, and I could write. That helped immensely.
I don’t usually do heavily researched posts. I’ve been a professional tax, legal, factual, and social science researcher; and I’ve been a reporter. It feels so liberating to just write opinions.
Sometimes I just have to research issues; though for now I usually leave it to my friend, Cranky, and many other people. When I do research something I use at least two sources; and I will never pretend that an op-ed type post is a researched post. Just want to make that clear.
Until recently I had no idea how to write fiction. There are several pieces in here that are fiction.
I know that many bloggers consider it unfair or wrong if a person scatters fiction through their blog, or assumes a persona not theirs.
Do you know anybody who has only one personality? I’d be bored if my friends always acted predictable. A therapist, one of the most best known and expensive, in New York, once said to me:
“you’re two people. One person before your period; and a completely different one afterward.
I looked at him with some alarm: “I’m paying you X amount of dollars, twice a week, and have been telling you that for a year, and you just realized it?”
I have learned to beat the hormonal surge and swing, but it took many years. You know the terrorist color coded alert? A long time before that, there was a Pia PMS alert throughout the city; it was even color coded with bright red being ‘don’t even try to call her;” light pink was “it’s safe to see her.”
I’m not a linear thinker, but can always get back on track.
I think that having had incredible hormonal problems, and not thinking in a linear style have served to help me think outside the box. Let me get real; I can’t think inside the box.
Since I began writing fiction, I fell in love with the second person. I know all the arguments against it; though the first person is supposed to be the most immediate, the second person helps me become the character.
This might change when I become more experienced.
I don’t think it matters if some stories are fact and some stories are fiction, if you trust the author, and know that she has been honest about who, she, the person is.
If I haven’t done that then I should hang up my blgging fingers .
And I’m really glad so many people agree with me about Seinfeld.