There's something in the mind

Going off the rails for a bit

I’ve had this fear for a while. It’s about showing what I want to write. It’s about putting things out that freak me out. There’s a space in my head that I don’t allow people in.

My wife and I talked about this in October.

She said I should write whatever I feel and to hell with what anyone thinks. So I wrote a story. It’s a dark little thing about ideation, and I will write a few more like it.

A part of me knows this fear of letting the monster out of the bag or the thing I don’t want people to see.

Wrath James White is one of my favorite authors, for I perceived a lack of him showing fear in his writing. It’s probably there in the moment, or he’s been writing his gnarly stuff for so long that he doesn’t let it get to him.

I long to be like that. I have horrible, terrible, dark, and screwed-up story ideas. I don't write them because of that fear. It’s something I’m learning to deal with. This recent story helped me with that. It’s embracing what makes me tick and maybe what makes me happy.

I’m focusing on making this collection for the next little bit. I also have a novel/novella I’m rewriting.

Heading into The Pit. Wish me luck