Fact Vs FictionJenni, thank you for having me on your blog, today I was asked if I ever based scenes on my life. I do. I think there has to be some fact in fiction for it to work. It has to be believable and relatable. Life is going on all around us, sometimes we just have to pause and pay attention to the here and now, because sooner or later they may just be fond memories. Here are five instances where the art imitated life.
Fiction: Chase enjoys embarrassing Lacey with sexual innuendos through both Becoming A Butterfly and Butterfly Kisses.
Fact: Every boy I knew in high school enjoyed making me blush with sexual innuendos.
Fiction: Britt and Lana hang out at the quicky mart where Britt’s boyfriend works.
Fact: My friends and I would hang out at the 7eleven were a boy worked who I was talking to at the time. He’d give us free frosty drinks.
Fiction: Lacey and Chase have a secret spot where they sit and talk after a night of cruising.
Fact: I used to drive around with a guy friend and we’d talk for hours, about everything and nothing.
Fiction: Lana hangs out often on the front porch roof just outside her bedroom window to escape.
Fact: My cousin used to escape to her rooftop from her bedroom window. Growing up, I always wished I had a 2nd story bedroom to escape to the roof.
Fiction: Chase comforts Lacey by skipping class and hanging out with her in the hallway during her free class.
Fact: I once hung out in the hallway at school with a guy friend. It wasn’t the most ideal place to skip class, but we did and it was fun.
-Mia CastileThinking back, I used to skip and hang out in the hallway too. Definitely not the best place to cut class. Thanks for the great post Mia!
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Mia grew up in a suburb of a medium sized city. There were cold winters, and hot sticky summers. Mia’s favorite seasons were spring and fall. She enjoyed the mild seasons, but also loved the vibrant colors each possessed.
Mia loved music. She didn’t just love it, she sat on the floor in front of her Casio stereo for hours at a time, recording songs off the radio. Then she would listen to those songs absorbing the words as she sat in her room and wrote her poetry.