Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.
I can remember the insufferable drive from Maryland to Maine when I was a kid, and having to escape the noise of family chaos or boredom of scenery. Back then we didn’t have portable DVD players or Ipods, but it didn’t matter. I had my books and I devoured one right after another. My aunt warned me on one particular trip(when I was on my third book in a row), that I needed to stop and give my eyes a break our I would get car sick;but I was resilient and didn’t listen, for it had never happened before, and finding out what happened in the next chapter was more important. At the next next rest stop, I got out of the car and instantly proved her right.
It didn’t deter me from getting back in the car and picking my book back up. Fiction is and always will be a wonderful means of escape, and that is why it is so important. Don’t get me wrong, non-fiction has it’s place. But fiction gives you the opportunity to escape the drama at work, take you away from the reality of any situation.
My book is going on a “blog tour” of sorts, and I will be featuring some fellow writer’s work on here. I think that is important that writers support one another in every avenue, because books are becoming a rarity. As a society we are so busy we tend to take the movie over the book. Let’s preserve the written word.
Reading furnishes the mind only with materials of knowledge; it is thinking that makes what we read ours.
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