I write as the words come to me, my lovelies. This is just the nature of writing the truth. The truth is never really pretty. We love to dress it up with euphemisms and clichés, metaphors and similes. Then, we find that our beautiful little stories about the “truth” of human nature are pretty little lies. Kind of like supermodels made up to be eye candy. That sort of bullshit. Look at me. I’m no freaking angel. But, I am what I am, and that is all that matters.
Stories are the pith of human nature. Then, we have religion, which conveniently gives us cute little gift-wrapped answers to why things are what they are. Well, are we really supposed to understand the paradoxes of existence? Having questions without answers makes life a hell of a lot more interesting to live. That’s for sure.
Life should not be easy. There’s no story in that. Thus, that’s why stories are so important to people. A great story is the one that connects with us at the deepest level. They touch not just our emotions, but jerks them about, make us feel and think about what is really being said.
The true job of a novelist is to tell the truth as the writer sees it without hesitation or filter. While we may all disagree with that perspective, if we’re made to acknowledge and argue that perspective, then the author has already done the job.
~ Amelia <3