I'm beginning to realize that I'm working through the weird world of childhood in fiction. I'm starting to let myself read my work as if it was someone else's. For example, I realized an Alice in Wonderland playhouse symbolizes my struggle to get help with or at least permission to interpret the Bible from the adults in my life. The only book that was as weird as the Bible that I was allowed to read was Alice in Wonderland. I worked rather hard trying to get the two to illuminate each other without much success. The playhouse has always been there in my novel, but it was only recently that I saw the connection.
What a fascinating way to squint at your mind sideways, but I'd better not look too hard. I'll never have the courage to publish anything.
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