fiction and non fiction

by walterdoege

as a writer I see and I realize that my writing is somehow fiction and somehow non fiction…it’s impossible to live without an amount of fiction…even related to past events and present time, always there is an amount of fiction…what is future if not will and desire?…no security about future…in this way future is a personal moisture of remembrances, will and invention and reinvention…like a shelter, literature is the tool everyone use to live…conscious of this or not, much of a life is fiction…my choice is building a story full of joy…full of loving…and if fiction is imagination and symbolism…words are symbolic ones…I have difficulty on perceiving the non fiction dimension…the non fiction may be the real…rocking and rolling the real creates realities…I choose happy realities…I guess one motif is my recognition that living is so simple and so difficult!…I don’t care if I am an ingenuous or a sentimental writer…I build my days and writing and reading is one way…in between me and the real, amorous realities…loving is also audacity…creation is audacity…facing the hard facts is audacity…facing bad things is audacity…I can not distinguish clearly between fiction and non fiction…I realize that even biography is fiction…autobiography too…if as a writer I describe a moment in a day, this moment is a fiction and non fiction work…consciously or not…loving is a free movement longer than a poem or a work in progress romance…loving is the unique ground for good living…fiction?…only words?…love is real…loving is a dance of love, when love is share…at least, what is non fiction?…a human being lives with audacity…courage is up beat…loving is all and far away fiction, cause loving is something that encompasses all, even imagination, or seizing life…future is fiction joy grounded…any end can be a happy end