I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. – Joan Didion
I have had this thing since I was a small child and wrote my first poem. It has plagued me ever since.
My best work seems to come out of me when I am in the greatest amount of pain.
I fight this and try hard to write non-emotional equally good material and feel I falter. My poems dating back to when I was age 7 are full of agony, written in the midst of some major seven year old crisis. This blog is nothing but painful writing.
Is angst my only "voice"?
Is it possible to be a good writer and NOT be in a constant angst? Must I forever be the dark, brooding lady teetering on the edge of an abysmal existence in order to write anything of value?
I have prompts in my head, adoption topics, and I just cannot seem to get them to paper (or keyboard in this case). I realize I am doing "well" and am happier and I fear that is effecting my writing.
Dawn? Skeeto? Someone?