I like writing. (As you’ve seen.) I have an overactive imagination. (Not always a good thing.) I knew it was only a matter of time before I started making up stories to bridge the gap between my boring life (I had pizza for lunch, I went dancing, I found out a good trick to clean my teeth after a meal in public without anyone noticing, that kind of boring), and the colourful movies that are set on continuous play in my head.
So here you go. A new category. With stories of my own, my family’s, my friends’. Of imaginary characters that reside in my mind and nowhere else. Of the past, present, future. Either told as is, or mixed, matched, divided, multiplied. Snippets of life, and especially love, that I conjure up simply because that’s the way, ah hah ah hah, I like it, ah hah ah hah.
Maybe I’m just a coward and only came up with this folder to hide the skeletons I’d rather not reveal in my closet. (Or to be more accurate, to show them but not owning up that they’re mine.) Maybe it’s just a way to plaster my friends’ secrets on the WWW without giving them a legitimate reason to charge over to my place and smash my head on the keyboard.
But maybe, it’s just a place where I can play. Like a big jigsaw puzzle. And I love jigsaw puzzles! The only difference is that there are countless possibilities of how I can fit all the pieces together. It’s a lot of fun. So please don’t worry too much about working out whether it’s my story, or yours, or someone else’s. It could be anyone’s, as far as I’m concerned. Whether it’s whole, or chopped up, or pasted together. Two characters can share the same name. And a character can go by a hundred aliases. The beginning comes from one place and the ending is fished out from another.
Just enjoy the tale as it is. After all, it’s fictional.
And now to rake my brain for something worthwhile of all the hype I’ve just created up there.