I love writing fiction. I always have. The main project I've been working on lately, however, is non-fiction. I would not normally have chosen to write something non-fiction, but some things happened to me and I wanted to share it. As I work on this non-fiction, I find myself missing the act of creating new worlds and new characters that only exist in my mind. Even as I write blog posts, occasionally I find myself thinking, I should really get back to that story.
I noticed this a lot yesterday. I was at my writing group. I wrote a couple of pieces that I think could develop into full-fledged stories. One story in particular is weighing on my mind. I keep thinking about it, about the main character and what is going to happen to him and his group. (At least I think the main character is a he, I hadn't actually decided, I left it ambiguous.) The time for writing during the group is limited, which is normally fine. With this one piece, though, I knew it should become a story or rather; it just won't let go of me.
Though I know I need to focus on finishing my non-fiction, (draft one is done and I'm currently re-reading and editing it), I can't push away my love of fiction. Besides the writing group, I'm thinking of designating one day a week where I can look at my fiction again. Maybe? Maybe it'll remain with my feelings, when a story or character move me enough to keep writing writing about it, I will. I will not ignore everything else.
Thanks for listening. I think I'm going to keep writing that story now....