If Pinocchio still exists

The tale of a boy whose nose would grow as it was being fed with lies. Alas… how would Pinocchio carry his tail of a nose if he were alive today? The lies and deceit we need to put up with is atrocious! I’ve recently witnessed how stories are woven by purported journalists and bloggers; watched them twist tales of deceit around facts, and lace fact with fiction.

I write faction. Fact+fiction. But in a creative and harmless way. I write short stories, made up of fact and laced with fiction. I write for myself. I write for fun.

However, when newsmen and women start writing faction as articles in a newspaper, isn’t that a tad Pinocchio-ism? This country where I live is after all, a place where titles are important and untrained professionals can undertake tasks as though they were trained. It’s a land where everything is possible. Anyone you want to be, can! I now even start to question the authenticity of my own words.