I want to write stories about women. I told myself my novel would be about a specific woman and I fell in love with her. Then disaster. Her son grew in stature, his character and predicament became captivating.
I will return to her one day, because her story needs to be told. But I am not ready to tell that story yet. Her son is in pain and needs to let it out into the world.
I felt disappointed for a month or two and even now I have twinges of regret. My heart was set on it. Now, I’ve settled my mind into writing him and he seems real to me, but I am haunted by the bad writing found under #DescribeYourselfLikeaMaleAuthorWould. Would I be as bad at writing a man?
We had a chat about this in the June Write Here meet up. In the end, it was decided that I was writing a human. I was writing a very human reaction to an extraordinary experience.