A Writing Life (Part 17)

I am still trying to find a way to write about this part of our lives, and many others, without embarrassing them or myself. My first effort should remain unread. It was a short story about a boy playing rounders and being hit by a ball thrown by the girl he likes (you could be tagged out this way in our version of the game). I also put these moments into poetry. This work also remains unseen and hopefully lost. Perhaps it is true that the best way to write about anything is with a sense of distance from the event. There should be a space between experience and how that moment is recollected on a page. This is how the best literature is created. This is how art exists.