by Karen Dums
I've been working on a little non-fiction piece. It began as a poem and seems to be morphing into a series of essays. Written works will often do that. Take themselves on a path the writer never envisioned.
It's like this: I've lived in a small town nearly all my life. It's not a new idea that it seems to be in a state of decline, I've harbored that thought for a while. Now it wants to burst out onto the written page. I'm not sure about that. Not sure at all.
Writing fiction can be easy. We "make shit up" and no one gets hurt. When we're writing about the real hurt can happen. There can be fallout. We must be very careful.
So. Do I want to continue working on this piece?
The answer: an unequivocable yes.
Wish me luck.
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