There is a voice inside my head telling me not to write this post. Maybe I shouldn't do it. People will find out more about me than I want them to. Good people. People that I like and some that I even look up to. What will they think? Ah, the writer's dilemma, you say. How much to reveal?
Some would say I shouldn't worry what people think of me. They would say you can't live your life to suit others. Sounds reasonable enough, right? It sure does to me.
On the other hand, others might say that it does matter what people think of me. They might say that I have an influence on others (as does each person) for good or ill and that it would be better to have a good influence on others than bad. This too sounds reasonable.
Which brings me back to the voice inside my head telling me not to write this post.
But I will. I will because this is a writing blog and the topic is more than merely relevant.
So here goes:
I swear. A lot. No really. It's my favorite vice. I'm not proud of it. And I'd like to stop. But apparently not enough to actually stop. This comes through in some of the characters I write and frankly in my favorite characters. Why? Because I relate to them the most. For me, as a budding novelist, to write fiction with characters I could not relate to would be boring. Maybe this attests to my relative inexperience with fiction writing. I don't know. If I'm still going strong twenty, thirty years from now perhaps my imagination will be such that my characters are not as much an extension of my personality and other personalities I know.
That said, my dilemma seems to be whether or not to allow my characters' true colors shine through. If I do, my writing feels truer, but I may offend. If I don't, my writing is sacrificed, for the sake of my friends--or so it would seem. What do you think? Speak up, one and all.