I have been told that this blog and my twitter feed are hard to follow.
That they slide blithely between past and present with a tendency to obscure. That the edges of what is truth and what is fantasy might be blurred. That the beginnings and endings of relationships sometimes appear untidy, disjointed, disconnected. That there is no narrative flow….
They are not a work of fiction. Nor are they a diary. It is merely a notebook. It is a now-and-again capture of real events or feelings that have happened in the past or are happening now. Perhaps in small part they are imagined.
But fortunately my life has been, and still is, rich and full enough for my words to be fat with fact and thin with fabrication.
And sometimes, you might just recognise you in my lines. Especially if we have become close …
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Fabian Perez