Don’t know if it’s a case of this writing lark being a little bit odd, or whether it’s writers that tend to be few pages short of a novel? Or it could just be me, being my usual rather strange self – you choose.
I’ve always held the belief that the very best fiction should tell a story, (yes I know that sort of defines what fiction is, but we’ve all read stuff that with the best will in the world, falls well short of that particular mark), and that it should be an emotional experience, both for the author and reader. I happen to feel exactly the same way about photography – if it doesn’t tell a story, and evokes no emotional response, it’s just pictures.
Maybe I am a bit weird… do other writers feel moved to tears when they read their own words?
This one made me cry – Alt. life: Calliope.
“Who are we? We find that we live on an insignificant planet of a humdrum star lost in a galaxy tucked away in some forgotten corner of a universe in which there are far more galaxies than people.”