I consider myself to be the best writer of fiction who ever lived. No one else thinks so. People laugh when I share my opinion. Even those who have read my work are hesitant to agree with me.
What if I am the very best writer of fiction ever?
I shall never be everyone's favorite author. No one is. Can anyone be the best? What quality would decide?
Our tastes are subjective. Our favorites are personal. Fiction is make-believe. How can anyone be the best of something that is so different to everyone?
I am my favorite author. So what? What if someone else was? Would that person be the very best because of me?
We cannot know who the best author of fiction is unless we understand the actual significance of fiction itself. We must know what purpose it always serves.
Fiction is artificial dreaming. It can be shared because of itself it is impersonal. It can be appreciated by readers for reasons that never came to mind as it was written. It can be loved for reasons that may offend the author. The intentions of the writer can be ignored entirely or the opposite of his intention the actual result.
Dreams and daydreams are physical manifestations of our spiritual nature. Fiction is an extension of the manifestation. Our thoughts and feelings are shaped by imagination. It is how we think and feel beyond what we actually see, hear and touch.
If there is a best writer of fiction, he is the author that inspires us the most, whether he is our favorite or not. The influence may be indirect, through the works of others who were inspired.
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