I have a writer friend who writes for Truest Confessions. At first I was shocked – aren’t those confessions supposed to be true? I imagined the thousands of people who bought the magazine and read about ‘The Baby I hid from my Husband for Fifteen Years’, Or, ‘I was Seduced by my Best Friend’s Great-Grandfather – and Now We’re Married’ and believe they were true. My friend says she dreams up about ten scenarios a month and sends them in. The magazine knows they’re not true – but I suppose, if I buy the magazine and read the fine print, it will say something about most stories being ‘fictionalized’ accounts.
Just for fun, I tried to write some.
I tried to write a first person POV account of a girl who married a man who claimed he was rich, and found out she’d married a homeless, jobless, pathological liar. I couldn’t.
I can write fiction all day long, but as soon as I tried to write something that was supposed to be true, my creativity dried up.
I tried again. I started with a woman who’s husband turns out to be a woman. I got stuck. I couldn’t write a word. It was awful. But when the husband turned into an alien, I was off and running. Extra appendages, different planet, silver spaceship – no problem.
I tried again!
This time I was a girl sold into slavery by her deliquent aunt to pay her gambling debts. I got to the part where I was slaving away in the basement washing the laundry for the sleazy hotel when I got stuck again, and it was not until my mother’s ghost came and talked to me was I able to get the story going again – of course, Truest Confessions told me they didn’t accept ‘paranormal’ stories. (Unless they were true – or confessions, I suppose.)
So here I am – a fiction writer incapable of making up true confessions. It’s aggravating.I will have to stick to things I know – like making up stories…period!