Unfortunately, I have allowed myself to be critiqued out of believing in the unbelievable. So, if I can't believe it, how can I write it with any authority? I think adults forget that kids make leaps of the imagination with very little thought to reality. They'll grasp and run with ideas that the adult stops to question. The kid thinks its the greatest thing to enter an imaginary world where the natural laws have no bearing. The adult questions every step of the way and ends up closing the book. I've listened to too many adults. I'm not happy or proud of this. I've lost my ability to look at everyday events and make them into something fantastical. This is what I will work to get back.
My imagination needs no walls or boundaries. If I place it inside a box, its confinement is stifling. If I let it roam free, it will reconnect with the kid within, hopefully, and the crazy twisting stories will flow once again. I love those stories. I miss those stories. I will write those stories again.
I've tried my hand at other kinds of writing, other genres. I sometimes think that because a publisher, an editor, or an agent would pigeonhole us as a certain type of writer, we as writers try to pigeonhole ourselves. After all, don't all the professionals preach over and over, know who your writing for and what kind of fiction you write? Think about it, though, don't really good stories cross boundaries supposedly set in stone? Aren't the best stories bits and pieces of adventure, mystery, romance or kidlit? Don't we all wish to dive into another life, another world, and leave ours behind? Do we live either an adventurous life, a mysterious life, a romantic life, or a child-like life? Don't we all live in a little bit of each of them? I say, open your mind to the possibilities and quit trying to limit yourself to your chosen genre. There's so much more out there to write. Go, explore, enjoy, write.
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