There is a window in my life. I´m standing on one side of it – thats today. On the other side I have yesterday. I´m standing here today, looking back at the days that passed through my life, all the things that happened. I can walk through that window back and forward as I whish, while I explore the reality.
Then I start to write about it, and soon I lose control. Yesterday becomes today, and maybe today never even existed. I´m looking through that window asking myself on what side I´m standing. The reality becomes my reality. My window is as the sharpest knife, and I´m standing at the edge of that knife, the edge of reality. What´s true and what´s false? What´s a fantasy and what´s reality? Do things really exist when we don´t look at them, or are they just a creation of our fantasies?
That´s how I write my pieces, my stories. If it is a story. Maybe I´m just writing the truth about everything. Maybe life is a story. Maybe it´s all the same thing, divided by our own confused minds. Why do we always have to categorize things? Truth, fantasy, horror, novel, right, left and straight forward!
I find it very exiting and satisfying to keep my writing at that edge, always asking the hard question without ever giving any answers – making people think. Think, think, think!
What genre is that?
I think we´re missing the point of everything when looking at the things that are.The genres that are, for example. If we look at the things in-between what are and what has been, we will find something very interesting, some kind of truth. That´s what I´m looking for when writing.
Discussion: Is there a window in you writing that lets you jump between genres, braking rules? When you write, do you usually think of the genre or do you just write letting someone else put it in a genre if they wish? In what genre do you usually write? If you could create an new genre; what would you call it and what kind of stories would it cover? In what genre do you never write? Why not?