Fiction as a Mirror

Salutations! I wanted to have a talk with you about fiction in general, or, to be more precise, what is behind it. In a perfect world, ideas just come to us out of thin air, and yeah, they sometimes do in our bittersweet world as well, but, whether we accept it or not, the real world is the origin for the majority of them. Fiction is just another mirror for reality. Yeah, it can get wild, it can get deep, it can end up with a 300-meter-tall-elder-god coming out of the water to end the world, but somewhere, in an author's mind, there was a spark, something in his world showed him an idea worth sharing. Or maybe that something was in itself the thing to share.

What sparked Insanity Journal was actually the things I was going through. And no, I'm 99% sure I'm not going to be eaten by monsters tonight at midnight. That "something" in my case was the actual feelings that I had at that time, the grief itself, the despair, never being able to see the bright side of things, fearing being alone with my own thoughts. The Cody inside the book felt the same things, I tried to transcribe everything as best I could... given the circumstances... I felt the story in the book as if it were my own, slightly mirrored, emotions externalised as monsters, darkness, self-loathing, yet, at the end of the day, the Cody in the book also found what I did, pretty much at the same time (except for the actual time it took me to write his part): acceptance. The Sun will still be in the sky tomorrow, no matter how bleak things seem.