Here’s the opening verse of one of my favourite poems:
Who sayes that fictions onely and false hair
Become a verse? Is there in truth no beautie?
Is all good structure in a winding stair
May no lines passe, except they do their dutie
Not to a true, but painted chair?
Ulitmately, this is a devotional poem about plain speaking and not being ashamed to declare faith in God through verse.
But I like this first verse for its let’s call a spade a spade message, one for scribblers like me. Ditch the adjectives, ditch the adverbs and get to the point. Clarity and Focus has been tattooed on my brain since my one to one with Julia Churchill from The Greenhouse Literary Agency last year. I won their competition with Writers Forum for the first chapter of a children’s novel (still a work in progress). My painted chair is chipped and probably would have been a lot more beautiful, if I’d stripped it.
However on another level, I’m all about fictions onely and false hair. Lies all lies, intended to trick the reader, to suck him into a fictive dream, make her reject the real world and participate in the fake. Places, people and events of the imagiverse popped with a prod “What you reading that for? Put that book down and walk the dog.” (I can read and walk at the same time, ha ha.)
But if I can get my lies to be really good ones, then they’re all about truth, emotional honesty, human condition stuff, fake world illuminating the real one.
Obviously, still working on all of that.
Just thought you might need the thinking behind my blog’s name.
Hope you got the drift.