Writing the last story I posted, Emptiness, really threw me off center. Such a small thing, a short flash. I didn’t expect the difficulty I faced writing it. I certainly didn’t expect the soul searching which came after.
The title was appropriate to the story, but I think it had more to do with how I felt about it. It took three days to write the rough draft. I dragged my feet because I knew where I was going with it and was horrified to face it, horrified to think I could contemplate it. Self-recrimination and introspection went on for days after. Silly thing to happen, but there it is. I avoided writing, avoided thinking about the whole issue for a while. I think stepping away, even in that manner, helped.
I wrote a flash this morning. I’ll post it on Friday. It’s not one which left me questioning myself. One thing I did learn from this process, though: if … no, when… another dark horror idea comes my way, I’ll write it and take joy in bringing a new story into the world.
Balance is a good thing.