It just occurred to me that I have an easier time writing about myself in the past than in the present. Maybe this has to do with hindsight; I am brutally honest about myself and the things that have happened to me, but when I try to look at and articulate what is going on now I draw a blank. This could be because I haven’t had the same opportunity to process all the info on the table, or it could be that I haven’t had the training to detach myself from my current emotions in a way that makes writing about it flow.
I have begun to write stories about my past experiences; some will be on my blog some won’t be released until I get published. Also at the same time I will be writing fun stuff, Magic, torture, frustration, violence, compassion, and like, you know, the icky things in the world around you(or could be if we were in an alternate world). I think I will have a good time getting my stories out there, it may even be cathartic (holy crap I spelled cathartic on my own, no spell check), but my fiction is what I want.
I want magic in my life I want the supernatural, and my hope is that the pursuit of it doesn’t change the joy I find from the words of others.
Chris McQueeney 11:59 P.M. 5/30/2011