There’s a sale on pillows at a local store, so Jane, (a fictional character) decides her old pillow needs replacing. She goes out to the pillow sale and buys herself the one that’s the latest “in” thing. She buys a bunch of other items as well. She puts her usual pillowcase onto the new pillow and forgets all about it.
Six months later, she notices that she hasn’t been sleeping well for quite some time. She goes to her shrink and tells her shrink she can’t sleep. Her shrink tells her she must be manic and gives her pills.
Of course, I’ve already told you folks about the pillow. So you all know, and you want to scream to Jane, “Don’t believe the Evil Shrink! It’s the pillow, Jane!” This is one of those tricks that writers do, to inform the eager reader but not the character.
I could do this with memoir or blogging, too. I could tell you ahead of time, “I didn’t know, but….” and then show you the “me” that went on for a lengthy time uninformed. I do this all the time, rather sloppily, I admit.
At any rate, my fiction about Jane could continue in various ways. She could go get a third pillow and then discover on her own that there’s a “pillow cure” to her insomnia. Or perhaps it’s all too late for her and she’s locked up forever or she’s died from too many pills. Or maybe she joined antipsychiatry and became an activist and is now educating others and helping them avoid the pitfalls that she ended up in. Or maybe she’s a pillow activist, helping to spread the word about allergens in pillows and maybe you shouldn’t buy those for your kids or have them in nursing homes and day care centers. Aren’t I having fun with this story? I love being a writer. Maybe she committed suicide because she found insomnia to be intolerable, and never, ever found out that the pillow was the cause.
Know what else is cool? Pill/pillow. Funny, huh?
Okay, I’m done with the story for now. Oh no, I’m not. What about the fictional Evil Shrink?
The fictional Evil Shrink shrank in the wash, of course.
If Kafka could change a person to a grasshopper, and money can be laundered, why not throw an MD in with the same load, to save quarters? Writers do this stuff late at night in laundromats. See ya later.