Imagine narrating detailed conversations that never took place. Consider people talking to each other who are not present in the actuality of this time space dimension. Various perspectives of multiple ideologies must be cultivated in one mind, dissecting itself into various strands of cultural beliefs and behaviors. Writing, whether a book, script, or poetry can therefore make one romantically psychotic in hopes that this realm of fantasy will introduce people to certain truths with an enthusiastic yet subjective end goal of curing a common concern for the positive development of the future. An entire universe is introduced to the audience through vicarious stories with biased ethics. It becomes a little dangerous mentally for the author as one tends to dwell inside a fantasy world, thinking through the characters’ minds. The writer must already be slightly or almost completely schizophrenic in order to perfectly portray each subject within the plot’s logic as if retelling an actual event from a clear memory.
The life of the author in a fantasy setting is resemblant of transporting oneself to another realm and believing that the natural laws that we believe to be functioning in that realm prevail. In a sense, it would make this quote very understandable instead of mockable: “My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them.” (Mitch Hedberg)
In any fantasy presence, we realize that in order to have continuity, we must create a set of natural laws that this formed world functions in. The beauty of it all would be in the ideal that we are instituting everything to our exact preference.
