I have been lucky and privileged to have attracted some Instagram followers who offer thoughtful comments and genuinely converse. That of course applies here on the blog too; and in some ways even more so: I “know” lots of you by now for literally years. (And sometimes I see you “like” regularly, but I never hear from you in a comment – and it is naturally your right to remain “silent.”😊) I feel I have gotten gradually to “know” some of you reasonably well in social media terms, including through your own sites too.
One example. Chloé Laurent is new-ish to Instagram. If you follow fashion/travel (and also have a sense of humor, because she doesn’t always take matters too seriously)…
…it may be best to get to know her now because I suspect she will have lots of followers very soon. She commented yesterday that she felt this pic I had posted was book-like or movie-like:
That was, I realized, why I had posted it. It is, as I wrote in my reply, “idyllic.” A possible future cover perhaps?
Working again yesterday as well, writing-relatedly I thought at one point about how I feel it is a cliché to assert a writer needs to “find a voice” uniquely their own. However, in a sense I do think I have found something in that department. That excerpt from yesterday I feel captures something of it:
The above takes place in 1805. By then, those four have lived through a great deal since the beginning of Conventions: The Garden At Paris in the mid-1780s. It is by then almost twenty years on.
By that year of 1805, we “know” them a long time. We have observed them over the passage of many years…
…including, there, back some 15 years.
Writing a “presentist” tale of only shortish time progression asks little of a reader in terms of “memory.” In comparison, in writing people living over extended periods of time, readers get to know them increasingly well as “time” passes and readers invariably find themselves remembering this or that…
I have found I particularly love creating that “gradualism.”
A mere seven years ago, in early 2012, most of you had never heard of me and I knew of almost NONE of you (who did not know me already in real life). So much in our real-life existences changes us too as our lives move forward. We experience endless new things and encounter new people, while simultaneously older experiences recede into our memories and other people inevitably also leave our lives (by choosing a different path, or even, sadly, by death).
As “they” did fictionally above, we too all progress from teenager-hood to “middle age.” (I already have.) It is, I hope, engaging to readers to become involved in following “people” over possibly decades on those pages as those “people” are evolving and maturing too. Our changing is in part what I believe helps make life eternally fascinating.
Have a good day, wherever you are in the world. 🙂