writing non-fiction
Repurposed Grocery Store - Miami, Arizona
It is difficult to be honest in my writing.
I am not referring to creative liberties and mild exaggerations. I assume all writers are guilty of this from time to time. It is part of the storytelling process.
When I share my writing, I want it to provide the reader with a glimpse into my world. To accurately express my thoughts. Not, what I think others want to hear. I want to be "real."
I want to write about what is important to me. Nature. Kindness. Family. Faith. Little things I notice. Thoughts from my #squirrel brain. 🐿️ Fishing. 🎣
Sometimes, I find myself hesitant to share for fear of what others may think.
If I share about an aspect of my faith, will others feel excluded?
Will I be dismissed as superficial or frivolous if I write about radishes (or other random ideas)?
Will this post get "toasts," or will the response be tepid? Meh.
I could say that I don't care what others think about my writing. But, that would be fiction. I do care.
Words matter. I will not write without regard for others. I want my writing to bring hope, encouragement, humor, and camaraderie. Perhaps, a few smiles.
I want to care about the content, without the need to control the outcome.
To be honest.
To be myself.
To enjoy the process.
Cheers 🎉