Yeah, it’s the first Wednesday of the month, again. Funny how that’s always seeming to happen over and over.
And with that first Wednesday comes IWSG. You can sign up, and check out the other entries, here.
I remember a time where I wrote what a felt like and damn anyone who tried to tell me I couldn’t write about that. I knew from the get-go that I couldn’t please everyone so “I write for myself … I’ll edit so others may understand” became a mantra of sorts.
That sort of thinking lead to a whole world of aliens and gods and the battle to find one’s place. As I’ve been told, there’s not much like that out there. I wasn’t thinking of marketability or even whether anyone but myself would like it.
When the idea for my paranormal surfaced in a time when the market was “full”, I didn’t shirk in writing on. And when the idea for a tale where the soul-stealing lord was a good guy appeared, I thought “sounds like fun”.
Yet recently, whenever I sit down to type, I wind up with doubts. Great gates that trap my characters on the other side, even the ones I’ve had kicking about for years. The major niggle that seems to flutter about like a trapped butterfly: How is this going to be received?
Even now, I fluctuate between wondering if I’m basically whimping out with not writing the characters as they should be and knowing I’m being true to the story. It’s a new feeling and it’s bloody distracting at times.