A question for the writers out there — how much fact do you include in your fiction?
It’s one thing to change the names and dates to protect the innocent, but… I’m writing a piece right now that I truly love. It’s prose that moves fluidly into poetry, language that is really getting at what I’m trying to say, but I don’t know that I should be writing it at all.
Living in and writing about Washington, D.C., my stories have always had some large element of truth about them. My favorite places have been included down to the smallest details, characters have been framed upon people I’ve known in the city I love. Most writers write from what they know, anyway.
But this new piece seems different. The personal nature of the language, I think, is what’s doing it. The description of scenes I’ve lived through, thoughts I’ve actually had. If it weren’t for the fact that I simply love how the piece is coming, I wouldn’t bother at all, I’d just abandon it.
So, what would you do?
Here I am, my first night of vacation, Myrtle Beach at my feet for the next week (or two, we’ve yet to decide regarding exactly how much relaxation I need). D.C. is 400+ miles away, my scattered goals are feeling even further, and tomorrow I start the job hunt. I am certainly sighing my way through Limbo these days.