I spent my entire life feeling uncomfortable.
There, I said it. 😳
I realized something recently, though. I discovered that my writing has modified and reshaped my definition of discomfort.
This didn’t happen overnight. This was an ardorous, two-plus year journey in which I still find myself travelling.
I’m reflecting today because I completed a self-imposed project yesterday which included some heavy elements of discomfort.
I wrote two flash fiction stories for a literary contest. The stories I wrote touch on uncomfortable topics but push the reader, including me, into hindsight, reflection, and most importantly into a deeper level of understanding who we are, or more accurately, who we are becoming.
I really hope one of the two pieces I submitted is recognized in some way. But if it isn’t, I will self-publish it, both of them, into an ebook, an anthology of some sort.
The stories I submitted weren’t created just for the purpose of this contest. The stories were actually conceived about a year and a half ago. When I dug them up and re-read them, I cringed, not just at the elements of discomfort, but at my relatively unrefined writing style.
But the moment felt right to unearth, and tackle, the stories. I felt a now-familiar internal propulsion to seize the essence of these stories and re- work the structure into a more complete narrative.
I noticed immediately what the missing elements were in the originals; the characters needed refining and fleshing out, and I needed to weave a resonating message into the final product.
While I was doing all this writing and editing, I forced myself to really feel the discomfort up to the point when I felt it transform into acceptance, reassurance and comfort.
I have improved, so much, if I say so myself. Maybe I’m finally growing up … 🙃
But I’m still holding back a little. I’m not quite there yet.
Isn’t it strange how guarded I am? Protective of some imaginative fragility which I suppose I must have?
So. If one of the stories is accepted by the contest, I will advertise it here. If it’s not, I’ll publish it myself in an anthology and sell it. Either way, you will be able to read it then. (I love teasing people! 😇)
Tell me, do you tackle uncomfortable subjects in your writing? How do you deal with them?