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| 06.07.04 (10:37 am) [edit] |
On occasion, it’s important for an author to step out from behind the veil and remind you, the reader, that your reading isn’t in vein, and that somewhere, somehow, there’s something beautiful and maybe even worth keeping in what you’ve read.
And I hope there really is something in these words. But I can’t promise you beauty or anything more. Because I am, after all, just an author, and not somebody responsible for the world my characters create or the games they play. I don’t pretend to be God… or even if do… I still wouldn’t know whether or not there is something beautiful or fulfilling to hold onto here. This is Greg and Tatiana’s story; they’ve got the power, they’re acting it out. I’m just writing it down.
So what?
On a most basic level this means that I’m asking you, my friend, to lower your literary expectations for this one. I got ahead of myself or even lied to you when I said earlier that Greg and Tatiana would finally enjoy a bottle of wine and start their real story. They may not. They may have already ended their story together (the story of Greg and Tatiana) at that picnic table. And if they did in fact end it there, if their story never began, they’d be forced to resolve their own existential problems elsewhere, without each other, and without us watching. And that’s entirely plausible.
If there’s nothing here, or if there’s something here but no resolution, I don’t want you to feel too bad or let down. Because mostly, this is how our stories go. Either they don’t happen at all, or they happen all wrong.
So relax. Take a deep breathe, settle into your chair, and let things unfold or not. The most interesting part of this adventure, I think, is knowing that you may come up empty, but reading on despite that knowledge. Because who knows what you’ll find. And if you do find something, and you don’t expect it, think how much happier you’ll be than if you’d expected it all along.
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