So it has come to my attention that if I am going to continue to write under a pen name, I will continue to be blasted by friends and family about their connection to my blog posts. GAGH!
My husband has discovered this blog, and was recently upset about a comment I published about how he told me to scrap the whole story of “Girl Who Rises Sun” and change it to a chick on a motorcycle. He didn’t appreciate this banter I laid out on here, and for this I am sincerely apologetic.
The scary thing about writing and sharing your thoughts with the world is that they do get published, they are out there on the internet, floating around. Your thoughts do start to take their own form of merit, and sometimes this power can be overwhelming.
Sometimes, friends – - when they read my stories - - they like to believe that these stories are about them. They never are. The stories I write aren’t about anyone I specifically know – - it’s a fictional character I have made up in my head.
Does anyone else come across this problem? You write stories and your spouse or friends think the story is about them – - even when it’s not?