A writer writes: Aunt Brie's blog contrasts Grumpa's sense of failure, he wanted to be a writer his whole life
"My father has wanted to be a writer his whole life although he never writes; I am my father’s daughter."
"My greatest fear is that I am not creative or motivated enough to initiate any of the projects I mention above. My father has wanted to be a writer his whole life although he never writes; I am my father’s daughter."
Here is an excerpt of Aunt Brie's blog post from December 2, 2016:
Myself: An Excruciating and Stupid Torture
December 2, 2016
"I’ve been struck by a familiar feeling of boredom these past two days, and it’s been an excruciating and stupid torture. I mean, what the fuck do I have to complain about? I have a beautiful baby, a husband baby (kidding), and am completely safe and financially secure. The truth is, I know the dark curtain is a mental deficiency; something in my brain just doesn’t work right, and there are days when I just feel like the very act of passing time is unbearable. C’est la vie, or whatever the fuck.
Something else I’ve been thinking about is how pointless this blog is in 2016. I think I’ve been keeping it for 7 or so years. When I started, it was rebellious to put your real thoughts on the Internet because you might lose your job. Now, everyone puts their real thoughts on the Internet. And some of these people are very smart and articulate. My Facebook friends already say anything that could possibly be said about the election. The comments section of the article I posted about breastfeeding the other day was an echo chamber of my own thoughts. So where do I fit in? Especially, where do I fit in as a young mother and a writer living in Brooklyn; in other words, as a double cliche that everybody was over ten years ago?"
"And finally, I’d love to write the story of my great-grandmother. She may have been from an aristocratic family in Ireland. She moved to New York with my great-grandfather, and left him a number of times, only to return, and keep on getting pregnant. My great-grandfather may have been a longshoreman and a Bowery bum, and he was most certainly a drunk. I know nothing about them, but I’m too intimidated to ask my grandmother’s sisters because their stoicism is as intimidating as fuck."
"My greatest fear is that I am not creative or motivated enough to initiate any of the projects I mention above. My father has wanted to be a writer his whole life although he never writes; I am my father’s daughter."
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