This is what may happen as you research to write: I had not examined it before and was looking through the book seeking some more background that might be of use for my own new manuscript. I got drawn in…
I found myself reflecting on it. Your genre, I feel, is irrelevant. After all, if you don’t write “from your soul,” from where are you writing?
Despite America’s British colonial heritage, the US doesn’t truly have a pub direct equivalent.
I think about this issue now as a writer, and I suspect I’m not alone. If you too write ORIGINAL fiction, you probably also take your copyrighted characters seriously and are protective of them.
As readers, true, we all want to get to “the good parts.” Yet all parts should be, in their ways, “good parts.”
I believe we seek in the past not only what happened then, but are looking for answers to dilemmas of our present: How did they handle similar problems?
Recently I turned down an interview request from a US podcaster because I felt that I could not do full justice to her suggested main subject. I didn’t think it would be fair talking with her merely for the sake of just talking – even if doing that might in some ways perhaps have been usefully self-promotional.
From the start of my blog here, I have been honest as to where I get lots of my books’ material. It’s not usually just off the top of my head. Indeed is entirely making anything up even, honestly, really possible?
If you cannot impress readers while remaining true to yourself, you are doing writing wrong.
“Fiction” is almost never entirely “fictitious.” As my uncle once told me: “Fiction comes from fact, and lots of fact makes great fiction when you re-write it as fiction.” (I want that in my obituary. 😉 )
If you think I’m going to be revealing any of the real-life people I know who may be the basis for, or whom I drew upon for, the fictional characters? I won’t be doing that anytime soon. (Do I appear to be completely insane?)
No, I haven’t absconded with the church funds. Nor have I run off with a senator’s wife. Nor have I killed a man. Nor any combination.
If history never stands still, neither does how we remember it…
Georgian English writers, and their American counterparts, loved to use elongated, and complicated, often windy, paragraphs, and had a habit, of employing commas, all over the place.
Of course a writer may die with a book unfinished. We will all die with some matters unfinished. Life is always an unfinished work.