I don't see how a writer has to or should be limited to the false dichotomy of what they know or only to magical realism and fantasy. Mix the two however you li

I don't see how a writer has to or should be limited to the false dichotomy of what they know or only to magical realism and fantasy. Mix the two however you like. Furthermore, I wrote a few almost "novella" drafts in the throes of COVID lockdown due to isolation, loneliness, and "cabin fever" where my mind began auto-generating fantastical stories in the imagination comprising different people, places, and nearly outlandish, but still plausible within the suspension of disbelief, plot-lines. One centered around Latinx polygynous (I would call that a sizable cultural taboo) tensions between two respectable families and criminal one. PS: Currently rereading One Hundred Years of Solitude. Coincidentally, there are still Márquez banners up at UT about the archive exhibit.