I met an author the other evening and she got me to thinking about my craft, or rather, our craft: writing. She writes fiction, a genre she calls “literary romance,” and I write what’s known as creative non-fiction. I never considered writing fiction, actually I never consider writing anything much more than my weekly gardening column. But after five years, that’s starting to get a little old and I’ve been thinking that maybe I should try writing about something other than gardening.
After meeting LK Hunsaker, and reading an excerpt from her novel, I’m curious to know if my muse might allow me a chance to be fictitious.
I’m concerned about something though, there’s other words lying around down there that are starting to bubble to the surface. I think they want to be heard, and they’re not fiction…and they really scare me.