I have begun working on ANOTHER work in progress story. I really enjoy this one so far and I feel like it can blossom into a story I will continue to enjoy.
This is the 5th WIP I have begun since I realized I wasn’t writing for me or the stories I wanted to write. Since then I have decided that I am going to simply keep beginning stories until I find one that is truly MY STORY to tell, instead of something I know will be “acceptable”.
I don’t think the purpose of a writer is to tell the safe stories. I think we are meant to poke at what people don’t want to but know they need. To make a safe place to deal with emotions, fears, questions, doubts. To hold a mirror up to the reader, to community, to society as a whole. To create a home where we want to live with characters who treat us with respect, kindness, and dignity while being honest and candid. A story is an escape from all the ugliness this world can throw at us. It’s a way to recharge, reconnect with ourselves, our dreams, and with others.
A story can not be any of these things if I am playing it safe. If I am afraid to be who I am as a writer.
No, I won’t be everyone’s cup of tea. But no one is EVERYONES cup of tea and that’s kind of the point.
So wish me safe travels, will you?
I’m packing my bags, putting on sturdy shoes, and jumping off the cliff, into the unknown.
(A novel is 80,000 to 100,000 words.)