Because it Matters

"Neither novels or their readers benefit from any attempts to divine whether any facts hide inside a story. Such efforts attack the very idea that made-up stories can matter, which is sort of the foundational assumption of our species."

--John Green, The Fault of Our Stars.

Some stories do in fact hold some level of truth--everything I breathe, dream, and chase are put into words that rebound a profound truth about the people I meet, the feelings that I feel, the thoughts I think, and the environment I grow. All of it carries simple facts about my life- I don't expect any of you to understand or even try to care- these are all remote parts and separated memories that make up the person that stands in front of you.

I have the hardest time speaking my past so I write about them instead--it gives me some tangled inner strength to live each day and be okay in this dark and twisty place- this dark and twisty place that makes me wonder in dizzy circles with no where to go but around. Writing the things in my head make my life more tangible. And now I am just rambling about how my stories matter and others matter too, Like, John Green's Looking for Alaska. Made-up yes, but some truth is hidden between paragraphs and page numbers. My writing has to matter, because it makes me matter and makes living in the future that much easier.