Victory
As a child I always wrote imagining that I was already dead, dreaming the discovery of the text post-mortem as I created it, always, almost every time. As a child the journal I kept consisted not so much of lies as of dramatizations, to the point where sometimes I would decide partway through the day to cultivate an emotion – elation, usually, and victory – so that I could write about it later; I never thought to call this fiction.
