Have you lived enough of a life to write a book about? and if you have, would you? If you wrote it, would you conceal some truth with lies or ommissions or would it be blood and guts?
How far would you go?
I ask as I am beginning my own.
Truth is stranger than fiction. The blood and guts of every moment of our daily struggles is metaphor, allegory, allusion, fairy tale, philosophy etc. Etc. Ad nauseum.
Much stranger than fiction. Had a very varied and hardcore life, seeing things most never dream of being real, in places where there are no tourists. Some I know will not be believed, especially in my activist days. Investigating high tech psychoactive frequencies being used on the London underground rave scene. Even had an attempt on my life with a sound weapon that took 6 months to recover from. Strange enough, LOL