It’s fiction, remember? #TuesdayThoughts with Doris (@mamaD8)

Hello, lovely peeps, Doris here. As the title says, I’m talking about that little thing called fiction today.

Set of stamps

You know, that little thing all of us writers indulge in when we pen our stories. Yes, even the non-fiction writers. Unless you’re writing a dry textbook, your own interpretation of things, and events will creep in. It’s inevitable, really. It’s called your voice, something unique to you.

Let’s explore this a little further. The dictionary gives the definition of fiction as such:

fiction
ˈfɪkʃ(ə)n/
noun
  1. 1.
    literature in the form of prose, especially novels, that describes imaginary events and people.
    synonyms: novels, stories, creative writing, imaginative writing, works of the imagination, prose literature, narration, story telling; More

  2. 2.
    something that is invented or untrue.
    “they were supposed to be keeping up the fiction that they were happily married”

 

So, I hear you ask, I know that. Why are you teaching a duck to suck eggs? Well, I’ll tell you why. Over the weekend I became aware of the furore, backlash, and downright nastiness surrounding a book, which is being marketed as a true story.

It charts the story of an anonymous author, who embarks on an affair, and all merry hell breaks loose, as one might expect.

I was utterly appalled at some of the threads I read on Goodreads. Folks guessing and naming authors who they thought this anon author might be… So not cool, folks. Bearing in mind that this anon author cheats on her husband, at some point leaves her kids to be with her lover, and generally speaking f***s up her life and that of the folks around her royally, those authors named objected.

Me, being me, had to find out what all the fuss is about and form my own opinion. Far too many people voicing theirs without having read the blessed story.

So, I made my way over to Amazon, downloaded the sample and look what it states right in the front of the book. (edited to avoid promo)

anon

 

Go on read it. This is a work of fiction.

With that in mind I started reading, and I have to give the author credit. She sucked me right in. Once I reached the end of that free sample. I immediately downloaded the rest, and read…. In fact I stayed up late Sunday evening to finish it, because the writing is that good.

Whether it’s based on a real story or not, it had me utterly riveted, and run every gamut of emotion with the anon author, this story supposedly is about.

That, right there is brilliant story telling, and say what you will about the subject matter, that’s what kept me reading. Sure, things were mentioned in that story that made me raise my eyebrows more than once. I got rather annoyed at some point at the way the romance industry came across as a whole, but again, that is the sign of a good writer.

So, when I heard the writer was now being attacked I knew I had to blog on here.

Go back and read the definition of fiction, and that statement right at the start of the book.

It’s fiction, folks. Whether it’s based on a true story or not. It’s fiction. Thus, it’s open to the author’s spin on things, her imagination, the way she felt the need to tell the story.

Should she have written/ marketed the story in the way she has? Well, I wouldn’t have chosen to do it that way, and I guess a certain amount of backlash was inevitable with the subject matter, but turning this into a personal attack, drawing other folks into the limelight with accusing fingers etc.

Jeez, surely, we, as a community are better than that?

Like I said, I’ve read the book, and all I will say on the identity of that anon author, if she is indeed a real person is this. Get help.

That’s it. It was a brutal, honest, heart wrenching account of one woman making the wrong choices at every step of the way and throwing everything away she had. I felt very sad for her at the end, for all of them involved in that mess, and it made me hug my hubby  and kids a little tighter.

And, folks, it is by its very definition, fiction. No one deserves to have mud slung at them, because they chose to write a story. Remember that authors are people too. With families and lives, and not only does mud stick, it also hurts innocent folks. And, you know, we as authors all put ourselves out there with our books. Let’s not confuse the author with what she writes.

Yes, some of us draw more on our own life experiences than others, but at the end of the day. It’s Fiction. 

That’s all from me today, folks.

Do stay naughty and enjoy those fictional stories, won’t you?

D xxx

 

 

11 thoughts on “It’s fiction, remember? #TuesdayThoughts with Doris (@mamaD8)

  1. I missed the entire ruckus, but thanks for this post, Doris! What is wrong with people? I swear… Is it any wonder mindless reality shows dominate TV networks these days? Whatever happened to simply enjoying a story for the sake of the story itself?

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  2. Exactly! What pisses me off the most is people pointing fingers at REAL people over a piece of FICTION. Honestly? I’ve never heard of the author before, but she needs to speak out (if she hasn’t already) and say hey, FICTION, stop pointing fingers, instead of riding this poorly thought out wave of promotions.

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  3. Good heavens, I feel for the poor author. Thankfully I haven’t heard any of the ruckus but I feel for the person who wrote the book. Thank you, Doris, for writing this post and for doing the right thing – standing up for her!

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