I suppose it was bound to come to this, sooner or later. I had hoped this blog would be primarily fiction, and not just a lengthier version of the kind of extemporaneous thinking I post on Facebook, but here we are.
Last night I posted about the coast of Maine and the ocean, and then I wrote a very short story set on those rocks. I left it up on the blog for about 12 hours and then took it down because I felt too exposed. Well, that doesn’t totally cover it completely. What I was so uncomfortable with is that I took a deeply personal, intense experience and used it in my writing, but I used it in a piece that felt ever-so-slightly like a throwaway piece that I was posting just so I had put a piece of fiction out there into the world. And that did not feel OK — like I want to hold on to that particular experience and only use it for special occasions. I don’t want to lessen the emotional power of it by overusing it, because the emotionality of it is so easily accessible.
Is it really possible to toss out a piece of quick fiction, day after day? I mean without repeating the same story over and over just dressed up differently. And not just imagining the stories, and writing them, but actually publishing them, even if only for this microscopic audience. Maybe I need to go back to the prompts from the writing class I took previously.