Writers don’t build towers of stone – they are adventurers afraid of heights. They build towers of lies, to inspire those building towers of stone to build faster and build better, or to help those who lack the materials or the skills to build towers of stone to get an idea of how it feels to own one and live in it.
Good stories are high towers of lies, but they don’t crumble, because they are built on a rock-solid foundation of sober truths. Being below ground, the foundation cannot be seen, unless you look at the tower’s building plans – the author’s biography.
Identifying a truth you’ve discovered that is worth sharing with the world – often a tiny, personal truth, because everyone knows the big truths already – is a struggle with yourself that sometimes takes decades.
But a truth worth sharing with the world, one that maybe only you have discovered, is always there somewhere inside you, I think usually halfway between the heart and the brain.
When I started writing about two years ago I built towers of lies and they collapsed with the first wind, that is, the first time I reread them. Then I began to search for a truth that was worth sharing, something that would make for a strong foundation for all those lies I wanted to pile up high.
It took me some time but I think I found him, in the attic of my memory: Oliver Colors, the moonbeamed painter.
I made friends with Oliver and discovered in him the twin I had lost a long time ago. He was confused with our meeting, just like me, but he welcomed me into his attic. And there, in a shadowy corner, not far from his easel, I saw a great pile of stones.
‘These stones are most peculiar,’ he said, ‘they’ve always been here, but I don’t know what purpose they serve.’
I asked him to give them to me, and he said yes, provided that I will do my best to make him immortal, because that was what he most wanted. I agreed.
And I began building a new tower. And howling winds came – rereadings, rewrites, edits – and my tower did not collapse. And I’m still raising it. And soon it will tickle the clouds.
And later this year, when I will finish building it, I will give you the address so you can come see the wonder, and live in it for a while.
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Do you want to visit my tower once it is ready?
(This is a republished post.)
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“Great stories are towers of lies, sky-high, constructed from ugly materials sometimes, but they don’t crumble, because they are built on a rock-solid foundation of sober truths.” …..
Well said my friend 🙂
Yay! 🙂
That is beautifully said, dear Boy with a hat…:-)
How about you fill in your blog’s About page? I like to know more those who call me dear…
Looking forward to learning that address. 🙂
A white pigeon will deliver it to you once the tower is ready. Keep your window open!
The picture/scene of you meeting Oliver Colours is sublime
Do Englishwomen wear sunglasses in autumn? I’ve heard that the English were eccentric but…
Your username is clever.
Hahaha this English woman wears them all year round … and by all accounts your eyes must be sensitive to daylight if you mostly only venture out in the nightly depths? As for eccentric …
Truth tinged with imagination and resilience is how I see it. 🙂 And a dose of unbridled authenticity. Terrific post and love the visual, it’s striking!
Resilience indeed. That’s well said. Resilience…
There is wisdom beneath your hat. Looking forward to meeting Oliver x
were you truly a twin? if so I might have to summon a magic carpet and meet you in Romania to give you the biggest hug ever. (Im a twin)
Really?
of course REALLY. I m a promise keeping fairy. I dance with honesty. Id meet you in Romania EVERYDAY of the week
Oh my, that tower must be very big or else it’ll be very crowded!
I’m quite sure that if a hatted person wearing a leopard print will show up most people will run.
I wonder why…
Because of the camouflage of course. Who is not afraid of a leopard?
nicely said… great!
Yes, I would like to visit your tower when the construction is complete.
I can’t wait 🙂
Bring your puppy with you. 🙂
Nice piece
Enjoyed reading this. I agree with one of the earlier commentors, sublime in the meeting.
I want to visit the tower too,
What a fun way to spend a few minutes in my day.
A few minutes? I was thinking of at least a week…
Ahh, my mistake. I meant reading the post, the tower trip will take much more than that.
will be there already…waiting for you 🙂
Most excellent!
Truth, yes. Always. Passion, too. Nothing less will do.
Interested to meet your friend Oliver Colors.
Your post provoked a thought.
Fiction is, by definition, a pile of lies. But that label carries with it a negative connotation. Lies are things we say to deceive, to mislead, to bring either harm to another or good to ourselves while evading the truth. While it is true that many lies have a foundation in a grain of truth, many of them don’t.
Some lies have positive outcomes, ie your girlfriend not killing you for calling her fat. But a lie is still a lie, and still frowned upon.
What we do is labelled as “fiction”. We are not deceiving anyone with our stories (zealous fans aside) nor are we trying to. A lie told in the context of purposely and obviously being a lie is, in spirit, not a lie at all. It is a legend, a myth, a story, a wonderful creation full of sound and fury.
Oh, I hope you don’t mind me reblogging this with my comments. 🙂
There are good lies, and there are evil lies, and those that make fiction are the good ones.
Reblogged this on Dragon Stories and commented:
A tower of lies or a tower of myths? Lies are negative things, hurtful things. Lies are told in secret whispers or dark shadows. Myths, well, those are told in the open. And who could seriously blame them? Mythology is a wondrous and powerful claxon of an author’s being. A good story flows like a river of blood through an author’s veins. It is written and labeled as “fiction” so that it is NOT a lie.
Despite all this, thought-provoking post, boy with a hat. You have earned a follow.
So true!!! A strong foundation does build a good story.
“But a truth worth sharing with the world… usually halfway between the heart and the brain.”
It’s a delicate and difficult balance to strike. But necessary. I ever have trouble getting out of my head, thinking of how I plan to use my tower of lies to show those personal truths and into my heart where the journey up is a pleasure for all.
I ever loved this Stendhal quote which to me is the tower of lies you speak of: “Style is this: To add to a given thought all the circumstances fitted to produce the whole effect which the thought is intended to produce.”
I wish you success in your lying endeavors.