I am generally a non-fiction reader and only write non-fiction, and now I realize why. Life is incredibly vibrant and rich with human triumphs and frailties, kindnesses and cruelties, if one has eyes to see. Fiction seems like a bother...a dissipation of energies better spent observing the human condition. Sudden shocking death, an unplanned pregnancy and the related family complexities, greed and unkindness, absorbing addictions, long-lost family members.....and that's just in the last week!
It's sort of like a big, cosmic board game of Clue. True character reveals itself under the stress of life's spell. Until then, you can only guess based on the outter clues.
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