Is it strange I like spider webs? I am none too fond of the spiders themselves, but their wispy creations are often spectacular. Add a misty morning dew to reflect the first gentle rays of sunlight, and you have something straight from a fairy tale. The webs remind me of snowflakes, extraordinary, perfect, and beautiful. If you are foolhardy and attempt to touch them, hold them, they dissolve as if they were a figment of the imagination.
I love Virginia’s perspective and the idea that fiction must maintain even a tenuous connection with the real world. Fiction, at its best, emulates a perfect moment, presenting a novel viewpoint through a fictional realm, and pristine fantasies, expressed with magnificent words. They are true figments, with each reader conjuring a version, shaped, and colored by the totality of the reader’s personal experiences. We step into a story and create a unique rendition. As minds expand, and outlooks are altered by daily experiences, do we ever read the same story twice?
How do you attach your stories to reality?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer