Writers don’t actually make anything up. All their ideas are borrowed from somewhere or someone. They inevitably mine their own lives and the lives of other people for ideas, inspiration and concrete details. But does anyone have the right to tell any story? What are the writer’s responsibilities when laying bare his / her own life – or the lives of others? Fact and fiction may be blurred but are there boundaries which should never be crossed? Reflections from novelist, playwright, and memoirist Alice Jolly.