Getting lost in May.

So it's May.

I'm reading a little. 

"For in defining genius as one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration, Edison surely meant in one direction, not in three. It was my Mother's misfortune to be born with the ability to write, to dance and to paint, and then never to have acquired the discipline to make her talent work for, rather than against, her."- Scottie Fitzgerald Smith

I'm finding it hard to focus....but this is my pile of half-read or to-read, there are a few lying about the house and so have not made it onto the pile for the "photo shoot". ;)

"Yet it does concern itself, like the ordinary Bildungsroman, with the young person's creation of a self. But this self is a female self, and a female self coming to maturity in the age of the flapper. For any girl, the process of self-definition is complicated by the world's habit of defining her by how she looks; it is difficult for her to define herself in terms of who she is, rather than whom she is seen to be. For a belle in the year 1918, the problem of the constructed, observed, rather than authentic, self, is particularly acute."

 - Mary Gordon,  Zelda Fitzgerald Collected Writings

I'm also walking a little.

And I've been getting lost a little.

"She crawled into the friendly cave of his ear, The area inside was gray and ghostly classic as she stated about the deep trenches of the cerebellum. There was not  a growth nor a flowery substance to break those smooth convolutions, just the puffy rise of sleek gray matter. "I've got to see the front lines," Alabama said to herself. The lumpy mound rose wet above her head and she set out following the creases. Before long she was lost."

- Zelda Fitzgerald, Save me the Waltz.