A stranger left me this comment on my blog: “I am in envy of your skill with writing. Perhaps I just need to put more of myself into it. Metaphorically bleed on the page, as the saying goes.”
To which I replied, ” I think you just gave yourself the best advice you’ll ever get. Most people don’t realize that writing, whether fiction or not, is an incredibly courageous act. I don’t mean this to toot my own horn, but rather to share with you my experience. Once I got over the fear of the exposure–ironically, the very thing you need to make it as a writer–your writing has the freedom to soar and resonate with people in the most amazing ways.”
I metaphorically bleed all over the page. And as it goes, I often bring the people who’ve affected my life along with me, leaving them as raw and as exposed as I am in a sense. But it is solely the writer’s cross to bear. If any of you ever feel over-exposed, please let me know. I don’t want you to bleed, too. Such is the danger of the dalliance with non-fiction; I’ve fallen in love with truth.