Autobiographical

This post is for the fourteen eighteen people who indulged my curiosity and voted.

What exactly is an autobiographal post? In my mind’s eye, I see two ways of defining which writing is autobiographical – writing that shows and writing that tells.

In one sense, my poetry, my stories, my random musings and scene descriptions – all of these describe me in a way that outright facts could never capture. In a very real sense, this is what drew me to this medium fifteen years ago (I’ve been doing this for half my life? I’m not sure how I feel about that…). Writing can distill the best and worst of a person and present it in a forum of peers who will judge you on what you do, not who you are. In this sense, all of my posts are autobiographical.

The other way to look at is in the more conventional sense of telling, rather than just showing. I’ve done a few of those, but you’ll have to go fairly far back in the archives to get to the meat of them.

There are a few posts of the ‘telling’ variety that I’ve considered writing for a while now. There are people, signficiant people, that I haven’t written about yet. There are important moments in my life that would benefit from undergoing the scrutiny of the written word.

And then there is the story of how I met NE.