Do you write from your true self, or your alter ego?
Envy because I wish I could be so bold to say what’s really on my mind, on any topic and still sound intelligent, hip and real. In high school, I always loved to watch the girls with the black nail polish, grunge wear, tattoos and piercings. They were dark and mysterious. Until I got to know them and saw that they were just like me: unsure, a little self conscious, bitter but funny.
I feel excitement when reading these blogs, because, you know what? I can be that. I am her already, she’s hiding under the “professional” assistant by day, “crafty” mom by night – but adventurous wildcat scratching on the inside.
I realize this is true when I write my fiction: stories of an obsessed lover who keeps her dead boyfriend’s body in her apartment, a stoner girl who finds a fetus in a gas station toilet, a preteen who leaves her injured Catholic nun teacher on the floor.
My nonfiction is a bit more tame, soccer-mom style. But I never really liked soccer.
Guess I should start treading the dark waters of fiction again, eh?
Who’s your alter ego? Is she wild? Is he timid? Tell us!