Sometimes you get a notion in your head, and you know intuitively it’s a good one, but it’s a bit big and too smart for your current level of being. Well, that’s what Storytrade is. As a name, as a place. As a concept.
It’s hard for me to write about real things. I live in fiction; truth trumps fact. But to talk about the things that worry me, or the ideas that hit me, about stories, about politics, about friends and family and life, it’s a foreign thing to me. Like most people, I think: “who cares what I have to say?”
But Joan Didion wrote, on keeping a notebook:
I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.
This makes sense to me. Journals don’t, the stereotypical padlocked pink diary with unicorns and death threats against illicit readers certainly don’t. But I think there’s a lot of wisdom in taking snapshots of the mind in a certain place and time. So that’s what this is: signposts of the soul, or something a little less melodramatic, professional and personal and inexpert ruminations on the things that trip me up in my life. Welcome, and I hope you get something out of this, too.