What I’m trying to do with my novel is transform my personal journey into fiction without losing the truth of it. Â Buddy is definitely a part of me, sometimes a part of me I envy for his honesty and courage, sometimes a part that feels dangerous and daring, someone who will get me into trouble. Â The names and details will change, Buddy’s story won’t be my autobiography, but it will be saturated with my truth. Â Truth that might offend, may anger, may confuse, but it’s truth nonetheless and I hope others will feel recognized and validated.
The challenge for me is not in coming up with the words. Â The words crowd my head at every turn, and the ones I’m not sure of yet will make themselves known when I need them. Â The challenge for me is having the audacity to write the words that belong in this story. Â Am I the right person for the job? Â I have to believe I am, if I lost faith in that for a moment, I’ll flinch away from the truth. Â The words are there, am I worthy of them?
Hopefully, by the end of this weekend, I’ll know the answer.
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