Some thoughts on fiction writing, a poem, and a joke
In the midst of writing a short novel. I think some writers can use their imagination almost entirely for fictions (maybe especially if on heavy drugs), while others need to rely on a lot of lightly fictionalized versions of their own life experiences. I am the latter type.
Of course, semi-auto-biographical fiction still requires post facto, superimposed organization on a past that seemed more chaotic in the moment and what R.B. Sheridan called in the comedic play The Rivals “delusions to the past.”
How can you ever be sure you are remembering totally accurately? I have read some have perfect memory, but I think most don’t.
Poems/jokes
“Empty” by yours truly
Another empty mail box.
(Letter never sent?)
Re-set the clocks.
Find the keys for the locks.
(Recall touching her locks.)
Cash out your stocks.
CDs are safer at your age.
“Certificates of deposit or musical compact discs?”
So the box was empty.
Don’t be a simp-(ty).
Or drink so much you go limp-(ty).
Anyway the bottle is empty.
(Disclaimer: I am not trying to make light of the invasion of Ukraine, only the absurdity of language).
“Party” by yours truly
I hear Kyiv is having a Molotov cocktail party tonight. Let’s go!