Joan Didion

My sick feeling turned into a long battle with Pneumonia. It's been a pretty long and tiring week of really just trying to get better. I am currently still resting at home but working on a few projects I need to for school. One of them really inspired me to write so I wanted to take a few minutes to share. Joan Didion.

We were asked to write about a writer or author or artist that we admire...and for me it was easy. I knew I wanted to write about Joan Didion. Didion is an author in her 70's now but her work is timeless. About a year or two ago I read "Goodbye to all that" it's a piece of hers that she wrote in 1967.

It's her reflection on her time she spent in New York. It is so powerful. For me, after I read this I no longer thought I could write. I was so humbled and she just put me in my place. I thought "now I have to live up to this." It was because of what she wrote about New York and how she wrote it. I found myself agreeing with many things she said and wishing I would have been the one who first put that down on paper. She's amazing

If you havn't read this piece....I really suggest you do. She's in incredible writer with a very direct tone. She tells you like it is.

I'll put the link right here for any of you who are interested.

Here are some quotes I picked out that I loved and agreed with about her time in New York and my time in New York.

โ€œNow when New York comes back to me it comes in hallucinatory flashes, so clinically detailed that I sometimes wish that memory would effect the distortion with which it is commonly credited.โ€

โ€œI began to cherish the lonliness of it, the sense that at any given time no one need know where I was or what I was doing.โ€

โ€œI stopped believing in new faces and began to understand the lesson in that story, which was that it is distinctly possible to stay too long at the fair.โ€

โ€œEverything that was said to me I seemed to have heard before and I could no longer listen.โ€

โ€œI no longer had any interest in hearing about people I would like very much if only I would come out and meet them. I had already met them, always. There were certain parts of the city which I had to avoid."

โ€œI had never before understood what โ€œdespairโ€ meant, and I am not sure that I understand now, but I understood that year.โ€

โ€œAll I mean is that I was very young in New York, and that at some point the golden rhythm was broken, and I am not that young anymore. The last time I was in New York was in a cold January, and everyone was ill and tired.โ€

"but where is the schoolgirl who used to be me, and if it was late enough at night I used to wonder that. I know now that almost everyone wonders somthing like that, sooner or later and no matter what he or she is doing, but one of the mixed blessings of being twenty and twenty-one and even twenty-three is the conviction that nothing like this, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding,ย  had ever happened to anyone before."

"Nothing was irrevocable; everything was within reach. Just around every corner lay somthing curious and interesting, somthing I had never before seen or done or known about."

"I never bought any furniture in New York. For a year or so I lived in other people's apartments."


This picture was taken the other night from my front porch on halloween. We put my 23 year old cat down the day before. It was pretty hard cause I've had her my WHOLE life.

We all love you babygirl.