When I started this blog I intented to make a village . English had to be the language, it's a useful one, easy to communicate...and it worked...but I also wanted to please my French friends, so I invented Docabeille...It was much more difficult than I expected...when you work hard to get ideas when you express them in a language you like it's so difficult to find a pleasant translation, even in your mother tongue...so gradually Docabeille is changing and he's finding another place...
Then I built "Le village sans dessus sans dessous". It was supposed to be the French version of Plumpiemousie...But gradually it's changing, having his own life...
That appeared to me tonight when Sarah posted...she's dreaming sometimes about new things, a new life or at least new hobbies...she's rediscovering the feminine part of herself...
But Mereabeille can't live the same way...she's so worried about finding her truth, deep inside...
that's the magic part of these blogs, allowing somebody to express all the different parts of her personnality...what was a problem, suddenly is a chance...
I even surprised myself when Mister bird opened his studio...poking one's nose in men's intimacy...so strange...
Where is truth, in hermit life, with friends in the hammam, in a cosy pub, in an art gallery a workshop or...A few months ago I would have answered nowhere, I now can say everywhere and is pleased with it...Don't be afraid Plumpiemousie is not going to turn into a regular journal...but on the contrary characters are going to get more and more freedom...
They not going to ask for my permission...
1 comment:
I wish I had found it sooner, and that it doesn't change TOO much! But it must be a lot of work to keep up! Looking forward to seeing what you do with it....
Helena (Bob's mum)
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