Why I write
It's all very simple. I like simple because simple is very complex. I write for myself. I write to maintain a level of sanity (or is it insanity!?!). I write to make me laugh. I write to make me cry. I write to experience my existence as it really is (or isn't).
What I write
All my writes are love stories. No, not romantic novels. The story can be pure sweetness, horrifically violent, intimately sexual, platonic, or even deadly. My range in time is from far in the past to far in the future. The real and the fantasy may collide and explode (or not).
Fiction & Not
Fiction is derived from imagination and often I leave bits and pieces of each story up to your imagination. it is often said, read in between the lines.
However, in each story I embed a piece of me, making fiction become real in a manner of speaking in some way. You will never guess what part of the love story is real. I won't tell but I do. You just have to find it. Do I smell contests!?!
I am more a philosopher than a writer. I am inspired by the genius who helped write the Constitution of the United States, and who authored the Declaration of Independence, Thomas Jefferson, Henry David Thoreau, Walden Pond, and Albert Camus , The Myth of Sisyphus.
I write for me. I do not write for you. Your story is different from mine, though, we are connected. If you want to experience your existence perhaps your reading my writing may be inspirational or motivational. Maybe not.
If yours is a vivid immagination prepared to venture into the known which is really unknown or the unknown which is truly known then you'll understand what you are reading. Maybe not.
My gift to my readers
Giving is the best gift that I'll ever receive. If you like what you read there is always more to read, if you don't, there is always more to read. Either way you win. Just to let you know, I've already won. So, it's all about you.
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The Telling at Forest Lake
I actually wrote the beginning of this story in eighth grade (1963) then came back to it fifty-two years later. Forest Lake was my family's summer haven since I was five years old, lasting for 13 years and then some. The driving force for this write was the real abuse women face that unfortunately has been masked by the #METOO movement consisting of high society millionaires taking out men of power and money, making my job more difficult of bringing the girl next door to the forefront.
It's a beautiful story showing the strength of home town girls when they join together to get justice for Jill's murder.
- Author: Val Amant
- Type: Novella
- Words: 21231