My favorite two words (meaning-wise) are Create and Truth. I especially like them together. Even though it sounds like a pretty way of saying lying, creating truth, to me, means writing fiction.
Which, apparently, I love to do.
I started Nanowrimo this year as a cheat. Kind of. I’m writing non-fiction. Creative non-fiction. According to Cybele, one of the Nanowrimo ringleaders, this is considered kind-of-okay, as long as it isn’t journalistic fact-checking newspaper kind of stuff. They’re putting together another challenge for those folks. Gotta be creative, that’s all.
My writing is certainly not the fact-checking kind. Oh, it is so very far from it.
In fact, I’ve found that I’m bored. Or I was bored. Apparently, when I’m bored I spice things up a bit.
I’m writing non-fiction. Therefore, I’m writing about things that Have Happened. I know that truth is subjective in many ways — no one remembers the same thing the same way. Everyone who writes about the past is fabricating somehow. Everyone.
But oh, lord, I am making stuff up, not realizing I am doing so, and then BELIEVING IT! I was writing a scene where I broke up with someone over something, and I was all upset, pulling the faces I make when I write dialogue. While I was trying to figure out what was going to happen next, I realized that I shouldn’t have to figure it out — I should know. Since it had already happened and all. But I had made myself into a character, and my girlfriend was another one, and none of this had ever gone down. But I was writing it as if it had, and more, I was believing myself. And I was mad at the ex!
SO much more enjoyable. So much easier to write! More fun!
So I have abandoned myself to writing what I am calling a fictional memoir. That makes me happy for three reasons:
1. I am fully qualified to be in the Nanowrimo challenge. Although I wasn’t too stressed about it. It’s Nano. (Half-way party tonight at Juans! Woot! I’m over 30,000 words!)
2. Dude. I had a great reason here and I just forgot it. Oh, well.
3. I don’t have to worry about sticking to the boring facts. I can throw in what I want, where I want! I just made three people up! People with whom I had a fake, never-happened conversation. I can tell you, the fictional me has sparkling conversational skills. Yup.
HOWEVER: I will forestall worries you might have about me James Frey-ing it — I don’t predict this being published anytime soon if ever, and by then I will have figured out what to do with it, what to call it, but I promise I won’t call anything non-fiction that isn’t. That I promise. (But why would you believe me? When I can’t even believe myself! Oh, it’s so much fun.)
Digit update: OHMYGOD he’s so good. And you know what else? HE’S ALIVE. That’s my very favorite part of him, even more favorite than his soft, wet nose. Here’s a shot of me, two weeks ago when I had that flu. There are five animals on the bed with me – two kittens, Miss Idaho at my feet, and a dark Harriet to the left. AND DIGIT! My Digit. (Your Digit, too.) More pictures and maybe a video next week? When I get them out of the camera?
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