reality: on truth, fiction, storytelling and keeping it real - Words of Joy
I write at an old oak desk, positioned close to an open window, lift my gaze briefly from the screen to savour a soothing sea breeze and quay-side view. Air is rich with birdsong and fragrance pouring forth from a nearby arbour of flowers. Butterflies flit like my thoughts, alighting on something bright and fresh. Cut! That’s pure fabrication, of course. Here’s the reality… Or should I share? Aren’t we aiming to inspire one another with our words, rather than discourage with life’s gritty reality? After all, what’s a bit of softened lens viewing between friends? It helps us to