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[thisnewday]

If I were ever to embark on writing fiction, it would be about life as I would wish it to be. In fact, I've done a fair bit of fantasizing, lately, about the characters in it, a few of the settings, a bit of the back-story. I've even thought about certain elements of the plot. You know, the broad outline of those events that define a life.

Trouble is, there's no trouble in it. You know, nothing to drive the plot, no complexity of motivation, no conflict of entangled personal interests to entice the jaded reader. Because, in my novel of a brand new life, all there'd be for the protagonist and everyone around him would be a deep satisfaction with everyday life.

Not necessarily a common life, and not an unchallenging one, but one in which the characters find themselves pursuing a common purpose and sharing a deep satisfaction from just that. Which, from the perspective of my own life, would place it in, let's see, the totally-outrageous-fantasy genre...