Truth is often stranger than..

For as long as I can remember, I have loved writing. Like reading an amazing book, it can take you away to wherever you wish to go. Even now, as I sit at my kitchen table with my glass of wine and the dog in her basket, probably farting (the dog that is, not me), I have just been somewhere else. I have been writing some fiction.

I have wanted to write a book for a really long time. My idea of a book was always pretty much what I write about now. I don’t mean in a depressing way but, just the only way that I know: about life and about loss. Well, about my life and loss really.

I have never read fiction. Even before I had children, I would think that reading something that had no truth would be like wasting hours when I could be learning something, filling my mind with information I never knew. That sounds pompous I know, I don’t mean it like that. I just mean that I love real stories: true crime, I love biographies and ever since I did history in primary school, I always wanted and loved to learn new things. Only history wise, I really have very little interest in the natural breeding of the lesser spotted toad weasel!

Now, my love of writing has gone so much further. What was once initially cathartic scribblings has not only become my therapy but, my ultimate escape when it is needed. My man has his guitar and the girls have, well… a child’s life and for sometime now, I have felt pretty uneventful regarding my mark on the universe. But, I want to write. I love to write. I realise that it will probably take me no further than my small Dartmoor town but, it actually takes me everywhere I want to go.

So, I have decided. I am going to try to write some fiction. I never have before and the way in which I write means that there is no pre meditation involved. I sit at the computer and simply see what comes out. I do not know if this will work so well with fiction but, if it does, perhaps I will try to write that book. The thing that really excites me is that even if I am just the smallest bit capable, I could practically write about anything.

With this in mind, I am going to try it and I am going to let you read it. My man will no doubt say it is good but, that is because he loves me. If it doesn’t work in the same way as fact, then I shall simply shelve it until I have more practice. Let’s just suck it and see eh? Ooo that’s an idea…50 shades esq next time maybe? LOL…. xxx