An Odd Sense Of Vulnerability
Writing fiction is not the same sort of thing as writing non-fiction. For me, at least, it’s not even close.
I can explore an idea about politics or law or philosophy or pop culture here, and with about the same level of care that I sink in to a second or even a first draft of a legal document, I feel comfortable publishing a blog post about it. You don’t like what I wrote? That’s your problem, not mine.
But when I write fiction I’m utterly terrified that it’s utter and complete crap and I don’t want to show it to anyone. What if they don’t like it? That would utterly crush my ego. I’ve got 15,000 words of a swords-and-sorcery sort of adventure story in the can, and no, you can’t read it. While the initial writing seemed good and was fun, and my first go-over to edit left me feeling happy with myself, now on a second read-over, I think it’s utter and complete crap.