Exposed

Often when I read I wonder if it really is fiction. Or if the author is describing their own life. If they have been through all they make their characters do. If actual people make up the characters, actual events the story.

For their sake, I hope not.

Except sometimes I do.

In a way I think it has to be. At least for me, it’s more or less impossible to describe an emotion I’ve never felt. I can write as if it was caused by something else, sure, but not… The emotion itself has to be intact.

 

If that is so, then how dare they publish? How much courage does it take to let the world see your inner life, or worse yet let the people you hate know what you feel? Like telling someone how you really feel about them (or your relationship, or what they have done) in a less direct way.

 

 

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