Rubber Truth

I always say I never write about myself when I pass something along as fiction. Of course all our writing comes out of what we observe and learn and feel of life. Therefore I am stretching the truth like a piece of rubber to try to shape it differently, but it is still a truth of something that has brushed past me in the night.
Virginia Woolf (who is quoted and mis-quoted muchly) said women must get out in the world to experience it. Our small lves would not cut it against the men who could move freely. I think of Shakespeare who wrote about every manner of gender and place and degree of emotion. He taught me we can take the rubber ball of the globe we live on and compress it or expand it with the right strength of thought and words to express the thought.
In politics a rubbery truth takes us away from knowledge, but a fiction writer can move us towards such knowledge.

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About christineemmert

Words have been part of my life. First the spoken word in my time as an actress and increasingly the written word in my shift to writer. I write across the genres, but mostly as a playwright and poet. My interest as my life extends is in the realm of tethering myth to the mundane reality where I live. In this vein I have expanded into stories and novels. Presently I look at how myths taken from past cultures can affect us today. Hence my novella of Lilith which is out on Kindle . I live in the Eastern Woodlands where I try to incorporate nature into my many writing projects. We are so in danger of losing that link to our very planet!
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