Creative Nonfiction
I have been taking a creative nonfiction class this semester. I am now approximately six weeks into the class, and I am already 90% certain I don't enjoy writing creative nonfiction - I feel stifled and stagnant, as if nothing I could possibly write for this class will ever be as exciting or fluid as I would like it to be. I feel like there is a limit to what can be said about reality without tripping over the line between telling the truth in a beautiful way and lying.
I do not lie in reality; I despise liars with a passion. I am, however, an excellent liar in writing. However, this class puts a leash on my lying, and I'm not sure I can stand it.
I just want to write for myself again.
I do not lie in reality; I despise liars with a passion. I am, however, an excellent liar in writing. However, this class puts a leash on my lying, and I'm not sure I can stand it.
I just want to write for myself again.