Hi there. Bet you thought I was gone for good. Ta-da! I’m not. MM has been meaning to pop up again, spending a lot of time meaning to, and letting all kinds of perfect entry points pass. New Year’s. President’s Day. And, for Christ’s sake, Easter! What better moment to rise again, after certain death? That one went by too. There’s plenty of excuses: since my last post, I spent a month in (relative) isolation at a Vermont writing retreat, wherein I SOLD MY BOOK and promptly embarked on several months of final editing. Then I got a day job. (Writers: note the order of events…) While keeping the night job, and whatever other job I could find. But excuses are not the point. Finally I arrived at the perfect opportunity, an “evergreen” myth that always needs graphing: the perfect entrance.
The myth of the perfect entrance lurks, just offstage, pacing back and forth, awaiting the cue that may never come. Sort of the reverse of Waiting for Godot. I think I might at any point turn into Mama Rose belting ‘curtain up! light the lights!’ and strutting the stage. Thank God it hasn’t happened yet. This myth is related to the myth of the neat plotline, the easy ending, denouement and deus ex machina. Shelve this myth next to The Myth of Eternal Return on your bookshelf. It may in fact be the same myth–I don’t know, I’m out of mythography practice! So stay tuned…and thank you, dear readers, [curtsey] for your patience.