My current WIP is a chore to write. Because it is kind of a contemporary historical fiction YA novel (if that genre exists), based on, of all things, my history, I have a hard time getting the emotion out into fictional events, because even though majority of it is made up, the emotion is real for me, even today. I guess it is a way for me to kind of deal with the facts.
My inspiration for this type of novel came from Sylvia Plath’s “The Bell Jar”. She took the events from her life and fictionalized them. I felt that this was a genius idea, writing about a subject so sensitive, fictionalizing it to get some distance. I decided to take that approach, since the subject matter is still a significant part of my thinking and present. This book is me saying, “goodnight, thanks for coming” to those events and people from my past.
I’m not sure why I just can’t sit down and write the story. Everytime I think of writing it I feel uneasy. So I fart around on Facebook and Twitter some. If it because of the task I have laid ahead of me, laying my friends and my soul bare for the world to see, so be it. It must be said, done. The things in the book are things in which no teen need suffer, but it seems like more and more teens are in trouble these days. So if I can share the things I’ve seen and people I’ve known to others, well then, the fear and procrastination is worth it. When it’s out there in the wild, whether people like it or not, is really not up to me. But it will be gone from my system. I will be able to breathe.