Sunday, February 24, 2013
Five Reasons Why
I didn’t set out to write dark fiction. (That’s what they all say.) Honestly, it’s not that I have a horribly gruesome mind—okay, I kind of do. But that’s really not the point. For a while, I’ve been wondering why I write dark fiction, dystopias, etc. I’ll read something light and romantic and touching and think, why can’t I write that? It's just not my style.
1. I find stories where everything is happy and perfect unrealistic. In the real world, life happens. The universe doesn’t always hand you cupcakes on a silver platter.
2. As I write it, I’m trying to understand why people would do ____ and deepen my empathy
3. When I write dark fiction, none of my extended family coyly sneaks it into the conversation (such as “Oh, Katia, I’ve been wondering about Secrets for Forever” [wink, wink]) . . . coincidence? I think not.
4. I’m naturally a pessimist, and therefore, I write dark fiction
5. Dark moments seem to have much more meaning than light ones, at least sometimes
As one of my friends remarked the other day, “Stabbing people with knives is fun!” Guess I’m not the only one.
The writer girl