The speed of Writing

Fictional stories aren't much different than non-fictional accounts, if one isn't paying attention. They both share the quality of writing a story. However, non-fiction demands accountability to reality, truth, an correct spelling. Fiction, on the other hand allows for serious deviation from all that. It also allows for coming up with cool names that pop into the writer's head when needed.

Having fourteen books in print of the non-fictional type has clarified these distinctions for me, now halfway through a satirical story with fictional names and people, places and dates. It just has to work within the story. Well, duh. figuratively speaking, most people that can read already know this. Writers who venture from one form to the other more directly realize this on the fly. It should also be noted that writing fiction is so much more fun than talking about reality. There's far too much of that already.

Wendell Wankerman is making his way through the story of his life, and his innocent optimism and endless store of hope. Hope is the wellspring to not giving up when everyone is shouting at you to let go of the rope when it is attached to the anvil dropped into the well. Hope is the voice that is heard from the left shoulder, soothing, as well as encouraging in the message that "you can do it! Stay with it!", while the raspy voice on the right shoulder is using ugly slurs while yelling "SUCKER!

Thus, Wendell is learning new things he never realized was possible. His hope, for a successful black and white gallery in the historical vein of one Albert Steigens, his mentor and standard setter of the beloved craft. The setting is Ewebark, Oregun, where his gallery can be found, on the second floor of the Creeper Building, named after Adamus Creeper, inventor of his famous Adamus’ Boot and Shoe Binder. It's all in the story of how Ewebark was founded a century and a half before. There's an amazing finding in a cave behind Wasco's Keep in Rector Valley, the city's Bicentennial showing off the findings in the cave, and cameras left in the gallery that discuss the best form of photography. All in a day's work.