As may be apparent from the blog title – and even moreso if you have read the about this blog page – the subject of the narrator is one I feel quite strongly about.
I write a lot of first person poetry and creative non-fiction. I also believe that real life can provide raw material for my writing.
However, despite what many people think, this doesn’t mean that I write about my life.
Sometimes the people who make such an assumption are precisely the people you’d expect to know better. On one occasion, when I took a new “falling in love” poem to the local writers’ group, the comments it provoked were along the lines of, “Oh how sweet. When did you meet him?”
Sometimes the people who might be expected not to know better see things far more clearly than you would expect. My partner chose the same poem as his favourite from a selection I showed him, without questioning why I had suddenly been inspired to write on such a subject after we’d been together for over ten years.
I have a whole collection of poetry – for which I am now looking for a publisher – with a first person narrator. She’s an English-speaking female, she lives in Spain, she’s not as young as she used to be. But is she me? Good Lord, no!