Taking reality into your writing

This is a rather sensitive subject for writers everywhere and it can either offer you a deep sense of relief or one of grief. When one reads your book or one of your short stories, a blog post or just a simple article, they don’t realize the sliver grain of truth that you might have left there. It’s hidden somewhere, so though one can think that one part of the situation is real, that you yourself as the author lived through one, no can exactly pinpoint what is real and what is simple fiction, but you still lay your soul out there, bare for the world to see and that is harsh and at the same time mortifying. You might want to forget that instance, those feeling and that remorse and if you ever think about writing for yourself, with yourself or about yourself, recalling those instances is crucial and painful or trilling. When it comes to happy memories we recall them with joy, but painful ones might just be the opposite.

With everything we write we share a part of ourselves. No matter how much we deny it there is always something that comes from us, our experience, personality, friends etc. Every written word has a secret behind it and it’s the writer’s secret which we enjoy and take pleasure in, that’s what makes our writing so wonderful, it’s filled with emotions.

I write from time to time when my feelings are too much to bare: anger come to the surface, sadness melts into tears, but when they persist I turn to writing. As soon as I finish though, I’m left feeling empty. The entire sensation from before, it’s like it never existed and though that makes me sad and upset it makes me slightly happy as that certain piece is filled with the memories and emotions from moments before. So pretty much writing is our reality isn’t it, our memories, our emotions and our feeling. It’s a part of us, a twin. It’s our entire soul left bare and maybe that’s the reason books attract me so much, it’s like connecting with another or the entire world.