You can’t, you can’t, you can’t be trying to control what someone writes, what someone is or is not allowed to write, you just can’t. So furious right now. And it’s not even my story to get upset about.
With no specifics addressed, consider this: as writers we write about life. As writers we are also people living life. We have to write from our lives. We might offend people just as things we do in life might make people mad. (I’m being reductive but whatever.) But we are writers and we write and we write from our lives and how DARE somebody say you aren’t allowed to write about that. You aren’t allowed to talk about that. You aren’t allowed to think about that.
It’s just a slippery slope. So what’s next? Burning books? I wouldn’t put it past some of these asshats around here.
I don’t believe in conjuring characters out of thin air. I don’t really believe anybody does that. “Characters” have to be, to SOME DEGREE, based in real life and in real people, otherwise they’re empty. “Fiction” is just a story about things that didn’t necessarily happen in real life, or didn’t necessarily happen this way or that way in real life. Fiction is still life. All fiction is life. Anyone who thinks otherwise is an idiot. Anybody who’s writing is basing their story in life, so trying to tell someone they can’t or shouldn’t do just that is absurd.
You didn’t like the way you or someone based on you was portrayed in a novel? It stirred up memories for you? Good. This is life. We can’t forget things. Things happened, we have to remember them. This is history. This is how we move forward.
How dare you try and censor and condemn just because you don’t like remembering something that happened.
