I’ve been stalling a bit lately (in spite of the fact that I’ve made some writing strides over the last week), primarily because I’m afraid of going forward into the uncharted territory that is the second half of my book. Up until this point, Ourselves and Others has remained a creative account of things that actually occurred in my life. From here on, though it will continue to be a piece of autobiographical fiction, I’ll branch out into some different circumstances that I have little to no experience with. I keep thinking, “What if I get something wrong?” or “What if this isn’t really what this is like, and everyone thinks I’m a fraud? What if I’m not able to write this as it should be written?” Self-doubt pounces on me whenever it can.
But everything can be written, if you’ve only got the guts to do it. Like every other writer who’s ever gone outside of his/her own experiences in a story (i.e. every writer that ever existed), I’ve simply got to believe in my own ability enough to try. If I try and fail, then so be it. At least I stepped past my boundaries and created something, which is more than I could say for myself if I stayed afraid.
Have any of you ever been afraid to write something you didn’t know much about? Did you let it stop you or did you press through and end up with something awesome? Let me know!
Today’s Prompt: Write a short story in which your main character moves to a different country. He/she arrives safely, only to have all his/her possessions stolen at the airport/bus station/etc. The character now is all alone in a new place, has nothing, and there’s no going back. What happens?