I normally try to stay away from politics and what’s happening in the world when I’m out in “public.” People are entitled to their own opinions and beliefs and I’m good with that, so long as they return the favor. Current events have drawn me back to watching the news and I’m…appalled. The misinformation and absolute lies being passed off as news is…🤯 When scrolling through my files for today’s Thoughts, this one caught my eye.
Nothing heals, helps, cures, mends, builds, clears, stabilizes, fixes, balances, restores, corrects, inspires, enables, empowers, enlightens or tickles, Silver, better than the truth.
Ask for it by name,
Though, Silver, one should never underestimate the power of a good tickle, too.
I write fiction so why should the truth matter? I mean, I make stuff up. All the time. But truth DOES matter. Especially in the real world. And most especially if it’s NEWS. In a fictional world, it is just as important. The characters have to remain true to the story. The story has to remain true to the plot. And the plot has to be believeable. When a writer creates a world, they create rules for that world. This is especially true in Fantasy, Urban Fantasy, and SciFi. It’s also true with mystery, thrillers, and romance. As a writer, we need to tell our own truth in our stories. But our readers know this is fiction and they aren’t going to take our stories as gospel. Journalism is a whole different story. Unless one is writing an opinion piece/editorial, the truth is important. Who matters. What matters. When matters. Where matters. Those are the facts. Creating fiction masquerading as news to fit an agenda–on either side–is NOT the truth. Truth matters, people. Just sayin’. Where’s Joe Friday when we need him?
And that said, I’m now returning to my made-up FICTIONAL world where I get to create the rules that everyone has to follow. Where the truth is mine for the telling, because it’s fiction. As for the Universe’s last caveat? Not sure a tickle would help at this point, but hey, it can’t hurt. At this point, all we can do sometimes is laugh.
Yep. Yep. Yep. And sing it, sister. And it irritates me no end when people imply writers lie for a living. A lie is when you’re trying to pass fiction off as truth. We’re not trying to pass anything off. There could be some truths woven in there, but we don’t run around trying to make people believe it’s all true. Unlike some so-called journalists these days. By their nature, they’re not supposed to be making things up and passing it off as truth. Those are the real people who lie for a living. Feh.
:climbs off soapbox:
Some days, you’ve gotta laugh. Even if it occasionally comes out as an insane cackle. I’ve been cackling a lot lately. It’s all the absurdity. You either laugh or you cry. I’d rather try and find a way to laugh at it. (I don’t always manage it, but I try.)
🤗 Yeah. And sometimes, I end up laughing through the tears. Ironic, that. And hey, that’s another word (and definition), along with “sarcasm,” that is missing from many vocabularies these days.
And hey, I climb up on my soapbox over at your place. The welcome mat is out for you over here, always! 😉