Creating Fiction

I could make you fat
so you’ll be flawed
but then
I have to add the sighs
and the heaving bosoms
and the lack of energy
and I can’t be bothered.
I could make you foreign
but I can’t do the accent
so that’s too hard.
I could make you smart
so I can add big words
like
vainglorious
– But that’s not very authentic
Is it? –
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20 responses to “Creating Fiction

  1. compulsivewriter

    love this… it captures the fact that the author can play God- creating and destroying what they want…

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  2. mesmeric, great idea, brilliantly executed and i love that double quick flick ending,

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  3. hah, sorry but it’s a great poem, i can here that pop! at the end, the consonants just popping the bubble of ego, very cool,

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  4. This was great fun – and carries the sentiments of every writer.

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  5. Grace

    Vainglorious?

    Oh Come On Now…You have GOT to throw that word in there SOMEWHERE! LOLOL

    ๐Ÿ˜‰ xoxoxo

    You’re Da Bomb

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  6. Oh dear, the words of a frustrated or bored writer. It is fun being in that God-chair, isn’t it? LOL.
    Annie

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  7. Welcome to the quiet Compulsive Writer. Yes, playing god can be a whole lot of fun can’t it?

    Paul, I love how you see my unintended brilliance, please come here ALL THE TIME… Yes, it is about having that ego bubble burst in your face once you really get serious about writing and realise that it’s ALL about the story and nothing about you!

    Thanks Anthony and Grace ๐Ÿ™‚ Vainglorious, Grace? It’s its debut in this blog, so try not to laugh too loud at it ok? ๐Ÿ˜‰

    WC, yeeees, it was written in a break from the novel when I realised I put a word in a character’s mouth who would so never use that word just because I liked it. Sigh!

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  8. romi41

    I absolutely love this. I have always struggled with tackling fiction, so I’ve only been able to go the “art imitates life” route so far…but I think that’s why I LOVE reading fiction so much; it’s fascinating to see an imagination at work ๐Ÿ™‚

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  9. Romi, you write extremely well, so get cracking girl!

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  10. LOL! decisions-decisions, and they all
    involve work – cool

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  11. Hey Jade, yes work… cool ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  12. c

    It is the wonderful and awful part of writing.
    You’ve expressed it well in your poem.
    i appreciate the speaker’s weariness, wariness.

    How i agonize over the attributes of the characters! Will these creations, exaggerations or muted hues draw criticism? Will readers think of me a certain way because of the characters?

    The writer’s life…

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  13. Great comment, C. It easy to agonize over characters isn’t it? Sometimes you just have to give them some room and they grow all by themselves ๐Ÿ™‚

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  14. Doesn’t have to be fat for heaving bosoms.

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  15. Yes, Pure Evyl, I know…!

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  16. Melana

    Ah, yes… so true, so true.

    The wheels that turn behind the words… Great poem! When I read it, I heaved a laughing sigh of commiserative relief!

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  17. Those wheels can either turn calmly with dignity and foresight, or they can run rampant with a craziness that makes you go back later, read what you’ve done, and shake your head wryly as you bang that delete key…

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  18. Hahahahahaha!

    Good one. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Vainglorious? Hmmm…. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  19. Welcome Brainteaser, thanks for the giggle ๐Ÿ™‚

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