Everything in this blog is based on my real experience.
None of it is a remotely factual representation of my real experience.
You can insert your favourite argument about fiction versus objective truth, from Clifford and Marcus’ postmodern manifesto Writing Culture, to Akira Kurosawa’s film Rashomon, to the first chapter of Armistead Maupin’s The Night Listener. But to shorten it down: These are my real experience, but rendered into a good story.
Sometimes this means putting down my experiences exactly as I remember them—with all the subjectivity that entails.
Sometimes that means deliberate editing, for story or confidentiality reasons.
Sometimes this means I just forget things. I’ve had time to do this. It happens.
So, if you happen to be someone who find yourself here in this blog, and says, “well, I don’t remember it that way….” Then please, write a story about it.
I’ve written mine.