My devotional writings are a combination of inspiration and Scripture. My memoirs are facts I recall from long ago. The mysteries call for intertwining fact and fiction. My long-held belief that the primary definition of “fact” equals truth disappeared when I consulted a printed copy of Merriam-Webster dictionary. Fact:
A deed; especially in a crime (accessory after the fact); actual;
something that exists or occurs; a piece of information—truth.
A crime-related deed in first place and truth in fourth—barely honorable mention—erases a thread of guilt created when I relocated the district county sheriff’s office from a nearby town. I plan to continue this ruse in a sequel, maybe a series. By then, it will become a factoid.
An invented fact that appears to be true because it appears in printed form.
If facts and factoids are half-truths, what is fiction?
Something invented by imagination, such as a novel.
I can combine facts and fiction with a hint of factoids in my suspense novel with no guilt. With multiple deadlines today, I jump from memoirs to devotions to suspense. Am I a memoirist, a biographer, or a novelist? I am a factotum. What’s that?
A person having numerous or varied duties.