When Rudyard Kipling penned down arguably the most exotic creation of this world, he spoke to readers around the globe in a language devoid of human logic. More often than not, there was a wolf involved, who was learning to adapt itself to the hitherto unknown universe of predators. And even though Darwin had already professed his survival theory about a century earlier, Kipling managed to visualize every iota of truth present in that theory, into a colorful world. The currency of blood dictated through his pages was as crucial to the plot, as were the occasional memorabilia about wise owls and aging lions.
That’s the power of literature. In our world, our imagination is perpetually bound to things that we can see, and feel. We observe first, and believe later. In the world of literary fiction, the opposite rule is applicable. You can make stuff happen the way you see it fit. And there are no rules to that effect. A lot of historians have credited William Shakespeare for the invention of numerous adjectives. Someone once remarked- Shakespeare couldn’t find the right word to describe the beauty of a woman, and ended up inventing a whole new word. While writers of the current generation may find it bottom-line absurd to develop or innovate upon an exceedingly limited choice of vocabulary, that practice still remains our best hope towards truly limitless expression. Because literature, and books, and poems- they’re not about repeating words, or syncing them up so that they sound okay. It’s about conveying what you feel, in your weirdest dream, or your most improbable nightmare, and then drawing up words to put your reader in that position. First person narration works when you retain the ability to push your reader from a cliff and letting him/her experience the true joy of flying. And it doesn’t matter if you were born in our time, or an earlier era. As long as you nurture and seek the power of creative defiance, you’re natural in the act of writing.
Some random themes, that can be worked upon, and can be turned into realistic fantasy, for example, would be: Flying Giraffes, Talking Cats, Emotionally susceptible guitars, and so on. The number of plots that you can pick out of these never-ending spirals, is enough to amaze and sustain all your literary critics for three lifetimes. So, quit worrying about how plausible your story is, in the real world. When you’re a writer, you develop your own world. You’re the master, you’re sitting up there, right next to god. And that blank piece of paper in front of you, is your garden of Eden. Go figure!
Write. Write Better. Write and add meaning to anything that sounds ridiculous right now. Make tigers fly. And then revel in the pride of knowing that you have achieved something truly remarkable. Peace out!