jeudi 17 avril 2008
My nickname is Apol, which actually began as a jokey "Pineapple." (When I was a baby, I reminded people of the fruit's leaves, they said, because my hair stood up straight from roots to ends from my crane.) Then the grownups got tired of having to say all three syllables, and so they began calling me just "Apple." This was how it was until I was 18 years old, when summer came and I was bored, I tried my hand at writing plays. I finished a one-act mess, attached a title page, and thought it sounded so flighty and girly, how my name was spelled on that serious expanse of white paper. Claiming artistic license, I began spelling it "Apol." The name has stuck, and that is how it is spelled up till today.
Still, they do say that part of us will always long for the sweet days of childhood, which may be why, as I sit in my workroom these days, I've been picking some apples.
* I got title from an Aimee Bender short story. Thanks to the LitCritters for sending me a copy!