Writer? Beware

Writers, not necessarily The Published,  rarities these days, are to be avoided. The sensitive, the wary, the paranoaic, the secretive are thus forewarned. A writer sees the world as something to be harvested, not cultivated. All is fodder. Of course, there is libel but it is seldom challenged and often skirted. There is defamation and damnation but these nations barely exist in the mind of the writer. His tools are the inevitable pen and his undeniable wildfire imagination. A writer of non-fiction, reports and while his work may be useful, and even colourful and entertaining -  as much as life can be, straight-off-the palette so to speak, their spheres cannot be created or mixed or applied much other than what they actually are. Fiction, on the other hand, is all colour: mixed, flung, swirled, thrown and splashed.  It has and is a life of its own. Born out of what the fiction writer decides and feels and mixes to shape his tale, is something that lives and moves and has being. Often, because it can do things life can't, fiction takes on a life of its own. Characters are heroic, there is nothing they can't and won't do. They don't have to mess around with the mortgage or the kids or the job. They just get in there and do what the author makes them do. They seem to have endless resources to move about as they please, to live where we all desire to and to do it successfully or unsuccessfully as they are directed. They are the acme of the society the author chooses for them. But always they are the children of the author because out of him, they are created. In short, the author plays god. One has, therefore, to beware of authors for they are omnipotent in their worlds and if you find yourself in one of them, aha!