autobiopornofictionography

I guess I have a thing about truth. Or, really, I know I do. I have a code of honesty, though, like the truth itself, it’s convoluted.

My writing on Birds Are Smart is what I call autobiopornofictionography. (I just googled that word and found no results. I’d like to introduce this very necessary term. Bloggers, is this your medium? What do you call what you do?)

Some posts are all truth and some are all fiction and most are a blend of the two. I don’t label which is which. I borrow characters from one story for another. I put words in their mouths and bodies to their voices and emotions to their bodies and I strive to get at something.

Sometimes I worry about misleading my readers, who I’ve come to feel so supported by. I feel guilty for blurring the lines of reality. I consider writing confessional posts in which I lay out exactly what did and did not really happen. But then I think, any reader who bothers to follow my blog already knows which facts matter and which don’t.

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December 11, 2008 / 3:53 am
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