I think most writers, writers of fiction in any case, have a deep curiosity about people and about themselves in particular. We often write what we know or at least we incorporate what we know into what we write.
For some time now I have wanted to write a story which is about a situation that happened that is, I suspect, rather unusual. This story is about me really but there are other very central characters to this story. I think what put me off was trying to tell the story using the third person. It was the dilemma of whether to adjust the story to suit some character named Annabel or Freda or whatever or to take the chance of revealing a large chunk of myself by using the first person singular/first person narrator (the *I*).
Eventually, the solution presented itself. I had no choice but to use the *I*. This was my story in its entirety and the reader needs to know that; that the author is heavily invested in the story. Although the author aches for the cathartic response often associated with writing a biographical piece of writing, she already knows there will be a number of days when it won't be at all easy. Part of the author wonders if she should give the whole exercise a miss. Yet, it is a fascinating story and one that deserves to be told.
As I write the story down, this journal will keep me company and I shall it use to throw around ideas and thrash things out. Many unresolved issues are bound to come up.
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