I’ve had an epiphany. At least I think it’s an epiphany. Since I don’t have them all that often, I’m not sure if it’s an epiphany or just a wildly random thought…or maybe even just good, old-fashioned common sense rearing its head.
For so many years I’ve written fiction. I’ve loved every moment, every word, every character speaking in the middle of the night in my mind, begging me to get up and write their latest revelation. Honest. But there’s been something in the fiction that’s held me back. If I could publish just the beginnings of fiction stories I’ve started I’d have several anthologies. Don’t get me wrong–I completely love writing fiction.
But just over a year ago, the opportunity to write nonfiction–for a national publication–fell into my lap–or onto my desk–quite literally. Being the always-up-for-something-new person that I am, I jumped right in. Who would have thought my first stint with nonfiction would have reached a national audience not once but twice? Surely not me. Heck, I’d never even considered nonfiction at the time.
But I loved it, too. For different reasons than I loved fiction.
Nonfiction is structured. I know where I’m going (most times) before I begin. The research or interviews or outline guides me exactly where I’m going. I have a word count, a theme, a tone and a built-in audience willing and ready to read my composition. Like fiction, I get nonfiction ideas around every corner (and that, at times, is no joke!) but the difference is I can sit down and pound out a 3,000 word first draft of an article in the time it takes me to go back into my fiction and remember where my characters are. With every piece of nonfiction I work on, I learn stuff. I certainly never thought I’d be able to tell you the psychological factors that typically affect premature twins and not singles or what makes a small publisher different from an independent publisher…but I can now.
Now back to your regularly-scheduled epiphany…
I know these things may not make sense, but to make a long story short (which is something any good fiction writer needs to be able to do), I (think) I’ve decided to switch gears and start writing more nonfiction than fiction. Wow. I never, ever thought I’d say that and mean it but I do. The epiphany was…if I am continually told how excellent my nonfiction is…and many people comment to tell me how much they enjoy it and how much they’ve learned from it (gratifying the English teacher in me), then why am I not doing more of it? I’ve had two terrific nonfiction book ideas I’ve put on the backburner in this need to be fiction-published and think of how much fun it will be to work on a book where I can see the light at the end of the tunnel before I get there. (Of course, they’re both books for writers).
I don’t really have anything to lose. The discipline and skill I learned writing fiction will serve me well as I cross into the realm of nonfiction…and I won’t totally leave it behind…but I won’t feel so guilty about it!
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