“Show me how big your brave is. Say what you want to say and let the words fall out…”
Where do you think your writer’s block comes from? I know where mine does. Fear.
On multiple levels. Fear of failure. Because my greatest dream has always been to be published; I fear finishing the novel, editing, and having it flop like a wet rag in my lap, useless. It is, after all, a large piece of me, my baby. Fear of rejection, which I suppose comes before failure. My friends, family, perhaps blog followers tell me how much it sucks. Or maybe they don’t. Maybe they love it, only no agent in the world will give it a chance.
Rejection. I’m afraid of making my readers, especially those that know me personally uncomfortable, perhaps even pissed. And that’s not exclusive to my novel, but applies to my blogging as well. Maybe it applies to my blog to an even greater degree, but let’s just say it encompasses all my writing in general.
See, I’ve gotten bolder.
I’ve always been singled out for writing and reading fantasy, especially monster fantasy. Considered strange, gothic. I mean what possesses a person to write about blood and violence? People that turn into wolves and rend each other with teeth and claws? What kind of person likes that stuff? The fear of being perceived as different has suppressed my creativity in the past. I’m ready to ignore it.
I am anxious to address some of the more adult topics. Topics with stigma attached to them. Topics that are often deeply personal but important to me and relevant to society. But society keeps turning its head, closing its eyes. I’m ready to talk about teenage sexuality. I’m ready to talk about mental illness. Graphically. I’m ready to talk about physical and mental abuse. Domestic violence, sexual assault, rape. I’m ready to discuss being a victim, being a survivor. Whether it’s in fiction or creative nonfiction form.
What are you holding back from typing on that page? I want us as writers to not be afraid to write what we want.
I want us to be brave.