[[Note: This will run as a serial until I reach the end. All names have been changed. Notes indicated with an * are found in the Comments section.]]
The Little Black Book: 10 November 1975
Book Two is dedicated with all love,
respect, and thanks to Simon, because Book One
should have been dedicated to him
but it got lost, didn’t it? Also in eternal
memory of the immortal and wondrous
Balloon Bob*, and the real Kamensic Village* —
this overlong first page is offered; and all the rest, too.
Monday, November 10, 1975
This may end up being the Balloon Bob Book, but I can never know for sure if it will be or not. The definitive volume on Balloon Bob has yet to be compiled, but it may be that this will be the notebook for it. Time will tell.
I wrote once before that empty books are magical things — quite like the new year, only January 1 depresses me, and new books of blank pages do not. Here I am, blank book before me ... where will this one take me? The last one saw the chronicling of Eric Henvry* and Vera Iratti’s* suicide, and the creation of Kamensic Village, sandwiched between the slices of non-fictitious fact that were my thoughts as me, Elizabeth. I had no idea on page one what was in store for me 40 pages onwards: strange to find at some points that I had written myself into my own story. Or else, that the story had started to work itself into “real life.”
So now I am half-way down this first page — funny how first pages are so important. Someday, someone may read this and wonder about the girl who wrote it. I will be old then, like all of the people I wheeled and fed and diapered in the nursing home [[Somers Manor, where I worked as a nurse’s aide while in high school]]. Will anyone be able to believe that I was once young, and people loved me without a sense of obligation, and I had dreams of becoming a writer? ... "( Collapse )