I wrote a first draft of a short story last week and I’m stoked. The idea had swirled around in my brain for a long time. I just couldn’t figure out how to begin writing it. Then one day, boom, there it was in half an hour. I didn’t say it was good, but I got it out.
It’s almost like giving birth, well almost. I sure as hell didn’t have my two children in half an hour. But after it’s over and you are holding your baby for the first time, all gooey and red, you love them. You know all that pain was worth every second. It’s the same with writing.
I let my friend read the story. I knew she could see it as a first draft, but still give me some feedback. But, I’m not sure she got past the surprise of what I wrote. That startled me a bit. It wasn’t her fault by any means, but my short stories are heavy. In this case I wrote about a girl in an abusive situation. The character was never touched, but what she witnessed scarred her for life.
Jeff Bennington at http://thewritingbomb.blogspot.com/ summed it up in his post “Writing About The Dark Side of Humanity”. He spoke out against domestic violence and abuse. You should check his site out. We have something in common. We tend to write about the secrets behind closed doors.
Until Next Time…