I wish I had read this sooner (it has been waiting there while I crunched through all that other must-do-NOW stuff). Your experiences and thoughts struck me personally, with surprising power. Could be I'm hearing my own feelings coming back at me through yours, starting with your wisdom about most "literary" fiction. It's much more fun to write fiction that comes out good, but not until the very end. And not that easy . . .
A good ending is surely desired by most of us, but I also wouldn’t mind some “happily” along the way, which is why, I guess, I try to write funny books. Laughter echoes a long way throughout the universe, I reckon…
Just shooting from the hip, but I'm wondering if the whole function of storytelling isn't resolving all our loose ends, the HNAs (happily never afters), the sad, sad real life lit fic characters who no one ever has a good cry over and so they get over themselves and get on with it, and die anyway just like everyone else...? (Tongue firmly in cheek.) Which is to say, life's not fair, but fiction gives us hope that it could be (but it's not ;) or it might be (but it won't) or wouldn't it be nice if (yes, but no.) 👻❤️
Yup. Fiction can fulfill a purpose that otherwise might go unfulfilled irl. And, as this post proves, we can get ourselves in trouble when comparing our trips to Walmart with "The Empire Strikes Back." 🙃
I wish I had read this sooner (it has been waiting there while I crunched through all that other must-do-NOW stuff). Your experiences and thoughts struck me personally, with surprising power. Could be I'm hearing my own feelings coming back at me through yours, starting with your wisdom about most "literary" fiction. It's much more fun to write fiction that comes out good, but not until the very end. And not that easy . . .
Thank you for this. I'm waiting for more.
A good ending is surely desired by most of us, but I also wouldn’t mind some “happily” along the way, which is why, I guess, I try to write funny books. Laughter echoes a long way throughout the universe, I reckon…
Just shooting from the hip, but I'm wondering if the whole function of storytelling isn't resolving all our loose ends, the HNAs (happily never afters), the sad, sad real life lit fic characters who no one ever has a good cry over and so they get over themselves and get on with it, and die anyway just like everyone else...? (Tongue firmly in cheek.) Which is to say, life's not fair, but fiction gives us hope that it could be (but it's not ;) or it might be (but it won't) or wouldn't it be nice if (yes, but no.) 👻❤️
Yup. Fiction can fulfill a purpose that otherwise might go unfulfilled irl. And, as this post proves, we can get ourselves in trouble when comparing our trips to Walmart with "The Empire Strikes Back." 🙃