Fictional Soul

“I was thrown out of college for cheating on the metaphysics exam; I looked into the soul of the boy sitting next to me.” Woody Allen from “Annie Hall”

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I went to Writing Cabaret last night. After reading what I wrote about a character who…

  1. breaks up with hyper-normal boyfriend
  2. gets pregnant by a priest
  3. murders a rapist
  4. prays to be a nun
  5. sees visions
  6. throws a party with someone wild
  7. runs away to NYC to be a painter
  8. drops LSD and paints on the walls
  9. falls in love with a heroin junkie

…several participants came up to me afterwards to sympathize about my “experiences”. They assumed I wrote memoir.

I write fiction.

I told fellow writer/performer Tiffany what I’d done.

She said, “Oh but fiction is so hard.”

Nope. So much easier… much MUCH easier.

My life is limited. Fictional lives, unlimited. Though I hafta say, it felt dirty. Like I was cheating, the same at a writer’s conference when I won the Mark Twain Lying Award, named after Mark Twain because he famously said, “Never waste a good lie. You never know when you might need one.”

But ya gotta shake what you got. So be it.




One thought on “Fictional Soul

  1. Bob Siedle-Khan

    Andie –
    Did I tell you that a similar thing happened to me at that Tuesday night event? At the time I was embarrassed because I felt that I had deceived people. Later on, other writers told me that I should be proud I created such convincing characters.

    I think that most of the people who attend – older, Berkeley types – have led interesting lives AND are working on their memoirs, so they assume that others are too.

    Caveat auditor.

    But I didn’t tell them it was made up. I just said, “Yes, he knew that she loved him.”

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