“I’d seen that there was no way I could write directly about certain central parts of my own experience, my experience with my mom and my experience in my marriage. What made direct revelation impossible was partly my sense of shame and partly a wish to protect third parties, but it was mostly because the material was so hot that it deformed the writing whenever I came at it directly. And so, layer by layer, I built up the masks. Like with papier-mache, strip after strip, molding ever more lifelike features, in order to perform the otherwise unperformable personal drama.” Jonathan Franzen

It’s been a while. And yes, I’m still writing myself out of this work in progress. It’s not that I’m not writing; it’s just I’m doing a lot of other busy work things such as: twittering, facebooking, Amazon-ing (too often), and now, google-plus-ing. Amazingly enough, this weekend I’ll have limited Internet access. I’m thinking that may be a good thing.