Fiction is pointless

Fiction is pointless. What do you think when you hear those words? Do you agree? Have you ever given thought to why fiction is a thing? I am a writer and horror fiction is my chosen genre (or rather I think it chose me). So I was disturbed to hear these words, from someone close to me at the time. Not when we first met, he just said he wasn’t into reading fiction and we left it at that. But a couple of years later, I was curious and wanted to know, why didn’t he like reading fiction?

The answer threw me completely. Fiction is pointless. I have to confess, I believe I took the defensive route immediately. As someone who has enjoyed many hours of escapism growing up immersing myself in books and movies and writing my own stories. I thought it was essential and it had never dawned on me that other people may not share that. I think I unpicked that jumper thread because I knew my husband would never read my books or be interested in any of my fiction, I wanted further explanation. I didn’t quite realise the can of worms it was going to open.

I tried so hard to explain it, what joy fiction could bring letting your imagination run riot as they say. He shook his head at me. Then I worked out something vaguely in the back of my mind. When talking about stuff previously I had asked him about playing as a child and imagining things and he said the phrase which was starting to make more sense ‘I could never go full cartoon’ like everyone else. I didn’t quite understand it, but couldn’t think of a way to get him to describe it better at the time, but now it came back to me. I had it, and said ‘when I read books, I actually see what I am reading in my head, there are pictures of what’s going on. Like a movie’.

And that was it. What seemed like such a small thing as one person liking fiction and the other not, uncovered something very profoundly different and something that would affect nearly every aspect of our lives thereafter. We discovered he has Aphantasia, a lack of visual imagery in mind. He didn’t see pictures in his head, and to be honest, was pretty horrified that I did. And it turned out apparently 98% of people do in some way or another as well. The adjustment to this has been long and sometimes not easy. It’s made me analyse my own thought process all over again too, because as it turns out, I have Hyperphantasia, which is considered an over active and vivid imagination. Now I know other people aren’t like me either, they don’t have constant dialogue, pictures, songs, films, memories and ideas all jostling for position at once in mind. It’s been a strange old road, and this year has just made it all the stranger…

(c) MKW Publishing

How is it that… (poetry)

How is it that

We came to be

Living within

A calamity

Of epic proportion

A delusion grand

It’s really a struggle

To understand

Quite how it is

Here we’ve arrived

Stuck in a plot

That’s so contrived

With no escape

Or end in sight

As it all crumbles

To just sit tight

And let the ones

Who led us here

Continue to reign

With lies and fear

Is that really the new normal?

Rhyme and Reason

(c) K Wicks

How can a year… (poetry)

How can a year

Feel so long

The strangest one

That’s gone so wrong

Whatever plans

We thought we had

It started good

Then went to bad

So much delayed

And put on hold

Dreams and lives

Are now controlled

It’s hard to swallow

And really accept

The ones who lead us

Are blindly inept

And at their whim

Ourselves we find

While in this play

We’re all entwined

To whatever end

Rhyme and Reason

(c) K Wicks

I used to think… (poetry)

I used to think

I was just perturbed

But now it’s gone

To full disturbed

Each little thing

Down to my core

Is telling me

There’s something more

Feeling like

A pawn in a plan

No longer sure

When this all began

By searching hard

I can but try

To separate

The truth from lie

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(c K Wicks

Rhyme and Reason

I look around… (poetry)

I look around

At all this mess

A thickening plot

Of unfolding stress

Just how much

Can people take

Being pushed

So that they brake

What they took

Has gone so fast

Our future dream

A thing of the past

I guess for some

It’s hard to believe

So, in a way

We need to grieve

For what we’ve lost

And what won’t be

Replaced by a disturbing

New reality

Rhyme and Reason

(c) K Wicks

There is something…(poetry)

This is something

I cannot stress

Enough to you

And must impress

The seriousness

Of where we are

It’s happening

Gone way too far

But now it’s in motion

The wheels are set

What they want

Is a growing threat

In people’s minds

And what they say

Fear and compliance

It seems their way

Which brings a sadness

And is such a shame

But you must understand

This isn’t a game

This is your life

Rhyme and Reason

(c) K Wicks

Never before… (poetry)

Never before

Did I see

That all of us

Collectively

Have been held down

Our lives disrupted

By the powers that be

Who are corrupted

It’s not for our safety

Or our health

But just to add

A little more wealth

To their growing

Money pot

Stripping the rest

They want the lot

By taking down

The average folk

I guess to them

We’re just a joke

For wanting a life

And security

To them we’re just

Opportunity

To offer us more debt…

Rhyme and Reason

(c) K Wicks

A creepy read (A Parallel Abyss)

I haven’t had much feedback for this one yet, other than it was compelling, they were hooked from the first page and the story unfolded at breakneck speed. I take that as encouraging. This was an odd story to write because unlike my first book where I knew the whole story and just had to put pen to paper, this one unfolded before me. I suspect that is why it comes across as happening at breakneck speed because that it is how it is meant to be.

I don’t actually know how to slow it down to be honest. And when I have re-read it through, I get so engrossed in the story, the excitement and the fear of where it’s going, that I am completely distracted by it. Good if I want to escape with my own book, but not so good perhaps for the reader? Chapter one is available below if anyone wants to take the plunge…

A Parallel Abyss – Chapter 1

I also have colourful bags available for sale as well as copies of my books if anyone wants to buy them directly. Or bags available at Rebubble and books at Amazon.

(c) K Wicks

I’m not sure what… (poetry)

I’m not sure what

We can achieve

If there’s no way

To ever believe

What’s being said

And being done

It’s been a debacle

Now it’s begun

Breaking down

What once there was

To create a new

Just because

This is what

The powers that be

Have now set forth

As reality

Sunset at Stonehenge, Wiltshire

Rhyme and Reason

(c) K Wicks