So I’ve changed my blog title from Square One (which had only been intended as a placeholder anyway, after my blog-nukage back in April) back to one I used for a while in 2006, Southern Discomfort. I guess it’s the only title I ever truly loved, so there you go.
At the time, I explained the title thusly to the lovely, brilliant, insanely (and usually inappropriately) funny savoytruffle:
…For one thing, [Southern Discomfort is] the first book I ever read by Rita Mae Brown. (My, but that was interesting to my fourteen-year-old eyes.) For another, I am, in fact, named after a whiskey heiress (the granddaughter of the founder of Southern Comfort) – yet I can’t abide by the stuff; my sociopath ex, Amy (the one with the record for attempted murder) rather ruined that for me.
Another title I considered was Scotch and Prune Juice, for this quote from Sarah Schulman’s The Sophie Horowitz Story:
Lesbian liberation and the Mafia mix like scotch and prune juice. You don’t try it unless you have to.
But I figured that might be a tad obscure, and/or that it would imply a fondness for either scotch or prune juice, when indeed, I am a fan of neither.
What I am a fan of, though: stories. (So one of my own stories, which indeed involves a “lesbian liberation” narrative as well as a fleeting interaction with Mafia – curiously, around the same time I last saw Kate Millett – must eventually be written.) The more improbable and true, the better.
Which is not to say I don’t love fiction, too. I just have enough true material to work with that it’s impossible for me to imagine working in that medium, even if I do borrow from fiction’s forms.
