So - the word for the week is YARN coined by moi. I tag Woman with No Regrets for next week's word.
The obvious YARN for me is, well, YARN.
As I was thinking about it this week, however, I decided that I wanted to go with the YARN in "She tells a good YARN."
SO as I thought about the YARN I would tell, I came up with Ditka.
As in Butckus.
But as I was reading this morning, trying to wake up. I realized that the guy who wrote the book I am reading, The Things They Carried, Tim O'Brien could really tell a good YARN.
So let me share part of his really good YARN.
It's time to be blunt.
I'm forty-three years old, true, and I'm a writer
now, and a long time ago I walked through
Quang Ngai Province as a foot soldier.
Almost everything else is invented.
But it's not a game. It's a form.
Right here, now, as I invent myself,
I'm thinking of all I want to tell you about why
this book is written as it is. For instance, I want
to tell you this: twenty years ago I watched a
man die on a trial near the village of My Khe.
I did not kill him. But I was present, you see,
and my presence was guilt enough. I
remember his face, which was not a pretty face,
because his jaw was in his throat, and I
remember felling the burden of responsibility
and grief. I blamed myself. And rightly so,
because I was present.
But listen, even that story is made up.
This guy Tim can sure write. It is amazing how a novel about soldiers in Vietnam can
be about me, living this life of mine.
It's a good read. Check it out!
Happy weekend, soldiers!