Where I Fear to Tread
Well. I apologize! I had an entire post written and scheduled to post this morning and WordPress ate it! It is 100% gone. That’s damned annoying.
At any rate, the summary was that I was blogging as a means to procrastinate working on a story that scares me because it’s pretty emotionally intense and I really dread going there. I hypothesized some masochistic streak in me that handed me story ideas that made me recoil in three-year-old ‘I don’t wanna’ hysterics.
I’d mentioned that author Mary Buckham says it’s our jobs to go into the dark places of ourselves and write about all the nasty, terrifying stuff most normal people can’t admit lives in their psyches. I’d like to believe that.
What about you? If you’re a writer, how do you view delving into the shadow portions of yourself for story material? If you’re a reader, are there books that have haunted you? What about them did that, do you think?
And again, my apologies for the blank post.