Toward the end of my tenure at Millsaps, the writer’s colony at Ole Miss was building up. Oxford then wasn’t nearly what it is now. I would venture to say the nightlife in Jackson was considerably more active and more fun than in Oxford. I sampled plenty of both.
I know that Brownian motion is supposed to apply to teeny-tiny particles, like dust motes or pollen granules, but perceived size depends on distance from that which is perceived, and if we back far enough away from ourselves and our histories, the random pathways that led to the truly significant encounters that affected the course of our lives take on a decidedly Brownian nature.
Thanks for sharing your writing journey. I love that you continued to write, regardless of the shit life was handing you. THAT alone makes you a "real writer." You've inspired me to write about my own circuitous route to the point of showing my work at age 45, after I led my father's life and decided to make up my own. Love reading your posts. Excellent writing.
I know that Brownian motion is supposed to apply to teeny-tiny particles, like dust motes or pollen granules, but perceived size depends on distance from that which is perceived, and if we back far enough away from ourselves and our histories, the random pathways that led to the truly significant encounters that affected the course of our lives take on a decidedly Brownian nature.
Thanks for sharing your writing journey. I love that you continued to write, regardless of the shit life was handing you. THAT alone makes you a "real writer." You've inspired me to write about my own circuitous route to the point of showing my work at age 45, after I led my father's life and decided to make up my own. Love reading your posts. Excellent writing.