A triad of forces clash together when I write, and they are more often than not conflicting forces. There are times when I feel as if these forces are welling up a balloon inside of me, inflating it toward its breaking point and radiating tension into my writing process. I’m stretched among what I want to happen, what is true for my character, and what I think a reader would enjoy.
Life has rules. In this game, achieving something comes at a tradeoff. Sure you can move away from home to broaden your horizons, but realize that every time you come back to visit, your parents will seem to have aged quicker without you catching the daily nuances. You can take that shiny new job, but know that your new colleagues will have different dynamics with you, and there will be new things to learn—some of […]