“I am in a beautiful prison from which I can escape only by writing”
Be warned: This is not an autobiographical account of my life.
Remember James Frey being bitch-slapped by Oprah for misrepresenting his work?
Many of the posts contained within The Notched Wing are fictitious.
Some are true musings on the places I have been. Some are absurdities.
The characters are amalgams, smushed into a new reality.
It is my very own writer’s gymnasium, but I hope it entertains.
Most category names are taken from the common names of moths whose habitat is the Alberta countryside.
(Exceptions: the Gypsy Moth is a moth found in Ireland, the Hoary Comma is a butterfly)
Actors will sometimes refer to the butterfly as a metaphor for their process, the act of transforming oneself.
It’s an oft-used metaphor for life, and quite possibly – despite its beauty – a cliché’d one.
But if I extend the metaphor to myself, and think about the darker shades of myself in particular, a more appropriate totemic creature for my writing life would be the Moth.
The Notched Wing moth is a unique species, with its bright yellow-brown wings marked by unevenly notched margins.
Thanks for reading,