TheExperimentalist
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I'm sitting here bawling my eyes out and needing a break after writing the most intensely emotional scene I've ever penned. In it, a character is confronting extreme trauma and abuse from their past. I was REALLY in the writing headspace, that perfect flow where the characters are almost writing you, rather than vice-versa. The zone every writer wishes they could summon at will.
Then, without even consciously planning it, a line popped out that stopped me dead. The classic line of pretty much every abuse victim: "It was my fault."
Now I'm sitting here thinking back on my own life, the abuses I myself suffered, and realizing just how much of my own self-blame remains unresolved. And I'm wondering how I got here from writing stupid porn stories that no one will really care about. Except that sometimes, those porn stories go deep, and sometimes, that depth confronts real feelings, at least for me.
The damndest part is I'm only halfway through the story, and I know there are at least two or three even more gut-wrenching scenes that still need to be written.
Has this ever happened to any of you?
Then, without even consciously planning it, a line popped out that stopped me dead. The classic line of pretty much every abuse victim: "It was my fault."
Now I'm sitting here thinking back on my own life, the abuses I myself suffered, and realizing just how much of my own self-blame remains unresolved. And I'm wondering how I got here from writing stupid porn stories that no one will really care about. Except that sometimes, those porn stories go deep, and sometimes, that depth confronts real feelings, at least for me.
The damndest part is I'm only halfway through the story, and I know there are at least two or three even more gut-wrenching scenes that still need to be written.
Has this ever happened to any of you?