Another writer, lamenting the steep odds to traditional publishing,
told me she doesn’t need to write and will cease writing fiction if her journey
doesn’t make an upward turn in the near future.
I was surprised. This writer is gifted, exceptionally so. She
spends many hours at her craft. I assumed she, like me, writes for herself
first. I told her that the writing process is a way of clarifying thoughts,
and I couldn’t imagine not doing it regardless of what markets open (or don’t)
for my stories.
She responded that Journaling, (=keeping a diary) serves
that purpose for her. Fiction is a craft that is firstly labor, not a gift to
self.
It’s different for me. Because, and this is a confession
that could put me in the loony-bin in some folks’ eyes, my characters always
surprise me with their insights. They say things I never knew, or never knew I
knew. I grow and learn a lot from them.
Another way of putting it is the unconscious mind needed the
conscious self to open a narrow portal and allow insights to slither out into
the space that words inhabit.
Journaling has never served this for me, and I stopped
keeping a diary many years ago. For me, the entries consisted of emotions of
the moment that overwhelmed any chance for deep reflection.
In this blog I write of what I already know or hope to
learn. In fiction, I learn what I didn’t know I knew.
So, to each their own. I am grateful for all that my
fictional characters taught me, and while I’d love to share them with you, I
will not abandon them regardless of who else chooses not to make their acquaintance.
