A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-And-Fifty-Two

 I am getting some more sense of a potential idea related to the concepts of content and context that I have recently been exploring.  This is getting a bit more grounded, though it is still abstract and undetailed, it is, however, in the direction of an actual technique or approach.  In many ways, the structures that are found in fiction, the contexts that supply the meaning for the relative contents, are universal.  We have all been in a wide variety of situations that are metaphorical to fictional tropes in some way or another, and we all have relationships with people that could be interpreted as analogues of relationships in stories.  If one picked a well known and largely universal story, one might be able to conceive of a way to correlate content from a reader's experience with the content in the story itself.  That is, to use Cinderella once more, one might endeavor to cause the reader to recall events from their own life and organize them into a version of Cinderella.  Their is likely to be some person that can be analogous to the step-mother, to the sisters, events that have similar relationships in that context.  As I have said, this is still quite rough, but at essence, the question is how to make a reader experience aspects of their own life as a particular story.  It is an absurd idea, I am aware, but it seems, as well, to be the direction these ideas are taking me right now, and I have to trust that process.  I don't want to doubt in the possibilities, to limit myself by not allowing a new idea to seem plausible.  It is a strange notion, yes, but I also can see it as quite sensible, in some way, if done right.  If it were quite bald, it could certainly be done to some degree.  I think, though, that I am not grasping, yet, some aspect of this.  It is, in some ways, an inversion of fiction, and yet it is also not just non-fiction, it is a shift in thinking, and I don't know how far I am with it, but their is definitely something I find very stirring.  I don't even know if I am describing the idea well, as it is still so unformed in my mind, but the essence is about creating stories that are composed of elements from the reader, where the specifics of experiences are shown through a fictional structure.  Maybe, soon, I will be able to offer some form of example or explain this in a way that feels cohesive, but for now, I am going to follow these ideas and trust that they are leading towards something exciting and interesting, even knowing that what I find may not be anything at all like what I am expecting.

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