Vol IV: #14 Being Creative
I’ve tried to write this post for over a f-cking hour and now I’m pissed. The only point I want to make is that some of my personal stories are more difficult to write than others. I experience old feelings I’d rather forget and it sucks. And then I feel guilty, like I did something wrong because I feel the way I do even though I’m not looking to be avenged. And I realize I wrote about this last week. But that was last week, when I wrote stories about people long out of my life. A more taxing story is one containing people still in my life, one way or another.
And maybe I should protect them. Who am I to be use my friends and families as props like a young mom uses her kids on TikTok? After all, when I step out of my anxiety and shed a rigid interpretation of “being honest,” that’s when I get to be creative. Isn’t that what good authors do- use personal experience and knowledge in universally creative ways?
I believe it is.
