I write really crappy fiction so I don’t even try. Although I’ve got a vivid imagination, I can’t put them into words effectively so I just stick to the realities of my life and what I see or read. I can articulate myself pretty well and I feel that I can convey my emotions very honestly.
So with that out of the way, let’s get on to the point of this post. Nothing that I write here is imagined or made up. It’s all real. I try to be as tactful as possible, I don’t reveal names or places where I don’t have to. And most of the time I don’t, because the experiences that I write about can be conveyed without those details.
It is inevitable that people in my life will see themselves in my writing. My writing is personal. Where else to be honest but on my own personal weblog? Most of my rants are based on a combination of people and events – an amalgation. Unless obvious, specific stories do not take aim at one individual or another. That is why I used the pronoun “you” a lot.
“You” can be you, or you, or not you.
If you choose to put yourself into the scenario that I have potrayed then that’s your prerogative, or maybe it’s because you have a guilty conscience. I won’t answer it if you asked me if I am writing about you. Hey what does it matter anyway? I’m but one individual.
I try to be nice at all times but I don’t expect everyone to like me. Maybe you should adopt the same attitude because on here, I’m going to be honest all the time.