If fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth, how amazing that we have this tool to probe deeper truths that would be too bare to reveal in their raw form.
Sometimes the chaos of our inner reality is so vast, we need to create an outer reality to keep it company.
And sometimes, the imagination won't shut up.
My short and long fiction
If it's such a good story, why not simply use the power of the events to propel the narrative?
Because it's easy to embarrass someone you love. Or reveal something about yourself you might regret later on. I speak from experience here.
Yet, I keep doing it.