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While stumbling around this blog called The Elegant Variation, I discovered a really great article on autobiographical fiction written by Melvyn Bragg.

I'll quote the same passage from the article that Mark Saavas did:

It is often thought that autobiography cannot reach into the core of fiction; that the author’s own direct experience is too limiting a factor. That only if you step wholly outside yourself can fiction be formed. But why not step inside yourself? The brain, we now know, is more complicated than the universe, and we are just at the beginning of the exploration of what happens in there. What better laboratory for fiction than the brain that writes it? The more I write fiction, the more I see it as the best way to get at the truth and the only reason for writing it. Autobiography can be a high road to that end.

Yes, it might be nine months old, but the article really speaks to me...What do you think?

Comments

Tina Lynn said…
I think every work of fiction I write shows some other part of me. Perhaps, parts that no one really knows, even me, until it comes to me.
Anonymous said…
I agree with everything that Tina Lynn said. There's always some of me and my life in my fiction. How could it be otherwise?
Roni Loren said…
I definitely put myself in to my writing. When my husband and friends read my stuff, they catch all those little things that are me.
Will said…
Always in any of my work, I find one character that is basically me and my reactions if I were in that character's shoes. In the novel I'm writing right now one of the lead characters is a cop, and I write him as how I would be if I was a cop. You know, we writers are basically playing pretend like we did as little children. Now we just write it down to share with others.

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