By Mary Anna Violi | @MaryAnnaVioli
As I grapple with writing the second and third books in a new fiction series, I am reminded that the writing muse may elude me on a particular day. While ideas for books tumble over in my mind, bringing them to fruition is an entirely different matter. The politics of writing require vision, strategizing, action, and fresh concepts or perspectives, even on an age-old theme. In the end writing is a solitary process, one that demands of the writer clear-eyed analysis of the work, much like that of a political campaign.
If the writer veers off course and offers only knee-jerk passages akin to that of a five-year-old child’s reaction, then the writing takes on a hue of shallowness. It may therefore be subject to derision, and rightly so. Sometimes fiction and non-fiction worlds crash into one another: The seasoned fiction writer will recognize this while editing one’s work, and thus revise it to put it back on the fiction path. There are moments when a fictitious world seems to imbue the non-fiction one with a unique sense of reality that may momentarily appeal to the proletariat rank and file.
This writer tries to humanize characters, yet sometimes a certain character is devoid of humanity. When this sort of character surfaces in the narrative, other characters react to counteract the negativity, the perversity, the sadistic nature of that aberrant character. These characters that rally to save another character from harm believe in hope. These characters, even in my world of fiction writing, believe in a better future for all, for they understand that racism, hatred, misogyny, and a doctrine of fear undermine the integrity of the human spirit, both in the world of fiction and in that of non-fiction.
Note: Any resemblance to actual events, places, or people living or dead is entirely coincidental.
Ciao for now.