From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--Diane Setterfield



Sunday, September 7, 2008

We watched Alias for a while... and I learned about compartmentalizing. Now I recognize myself doing it a lot.

I am not so great at it as payed actors who are playacting the part of a fictional character... so it gets a little muddy. I go to work and let things from my home life affect my job performance or let office life carry over to the hours when I am home. This carryover is normal, I think. The part that is worrisome is when Church gets compartmentalized away from everything else. When that happens, I do it a little to well.

I guess the solution would be not to compartmentalize church from my home life... but, the little voice in my head says, my home life is sleeping and work life extends to Scott's work too because that's what I do... and how I can function best.

well, little voice in my head, maybe you should learn to be by yourself. Learn how to not be depressed.

ACK!It's impossible. I've tried. So there!

Ah, what's a girl with a very persuasive mind to do?!
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