My problem with writing happy
I want to talk about a problem I have while writing.
I am happy right now.
Which is a good thing. So good. So happy about it, obviously. It wasn’t always like this.
But my problem is: My mental state, my mood, is heavily impacting in what color and in what direction the stories that I write unfold.
So I feel like I am not really flexible. And I can not write sad when I am not sad. Not really. I mean I think I can to a certain degree. I can write that scene. But it doesn't convince me much. It does not go as deep and touching as it used to. Ar least that's how I feel about it.
Mostly I don’t mind though. I accept it. I go with the flow.
But sometimes a story needs sadness. Or depressive numbness. Or an uncomfortable hurting.
Sometimes I need to lead my characters into dark, unhappy places (sorry for that, I guess).
But these days it is hard for me to do that. Because I am not there.
Maybe also I don’t want to. Because I also know, that reading is impacting my mental state. And the impact of writing is strangely much more immense. I get sucked into the world I am creating and I feel the scenes. I feel like there is no way around it. I have to be there, too. I kind of have to become the characters to know what they are feeling and thinking. To know what will happen next. That’s how writing works. For me at least. I would love to know how other writers feel about this.
Mh. So, when I think about it now, I guess I can write sad things. I could go deeper. I could imagine myself back into those dark, sad, unhappy places. Maybe I just don’t want to. Because I don’t want to feel it myself.
Mh.
Will think a bit more about that.