It is like standing looking at the water and being afraid to jump. But this story is building up inside of me and wants to be written. I imagine this will be more like a belly flop than a graceful dive, but the important part is hitting the water … right?
I wrote this draft pretty quickly, and it is very raw, but there is something powerful for me–here, in the last two or three pages: what is there leaves me breathless. My job, my goal, is to let others see and feel what I see and feel.
I have some idea of what I have to do with this story. I’m not entirely sure how to do it, and I’m afraid of breaking it open so it can be remade. But here we go.
New story later this afternoon.