"All artists reflect the time in which they live." ~Madeleine L'Engle
What true words. It matters not what genre we write in. Nor does it matter what time line our stories fall in. Historical fiction, medieval romance, other-world fantasy, we write into our imaginary worlds truth and reality.
I heard it once said that writer's express their views of life in their writing. We may not mean to input our own beliefs, our own outbursts of cries for justice or peace, but they are there. They may be hard to find, but they're there. Every writer adds a little bit of himself, a little bit of his world to whatever he is crafting.
And that's a magical thing! We can pick up a book from decades ago, centuries ago, and through that tale, we can get a taste of what life was like for the author. We read "The Lord of the Rings" and know that Tolkien was existing in a world torn apart by war and uncertainty. We read Jane Austen and see a simpler time when class and society and family were what was at the forefront of everyone's mind.
What will people see in our writing? In the years to come, when we are long gone, someone is going to pick our books off the shelf. They are going to turn the covers between their hands. They are going to spend their hard earned money on them and settle down for a good read. I hope I give them a good read. But I also hope I can give them little doses of truth through the fiction. I hope the story they read not only satisfies their immediate need for escape, but also a deeper longing for truth.
(Sorry about the formatting. Blogger doesn't seem to want to space between my paragraphs today.)