Fiction

[thisnewday]

"Write about what you know," is what they say. Not, "Write about what you love." Thing is, we tend to do the latter because that's where the passion is. And I suppose it might be reasonable to assume that we know a lot about what we love. Otherwise, how can we truly love, well, whatever it is?

Maybe the reality is that what we love is often an illusion, a wistfully longed-for, meticulously constructed, carefully protected illusion. It's not that love itself is an illusion, as the cynics sometimes suggest, but that what we choose to love is an illusion.

Which may mean that, regardless of what we choose to write about, we're writing fiction...

Comments

[olbuksings.livejournal.com]

i know. and we take such delight in the invention of new names for these slippery slopes. like, instead of lying we call it "creative non-fiction."

see my next post which i actually wrote last night but didn't get a chance to post until today...