I meet a lot of writers. It’s my job but also my pleasure. Writers are my tribe. They’re people undaunted by an art form that’s exceedingly difficult to master. They’re passionate, insightful, supportive, and smart. Life has meaning and they get that. Some have overcome crippling handicaps and all have sacrificed something to do this thing.
Writers also have amazing personal stories. Sometimes they’re downright astonishing. What’s puzzling to me is that people with such rich experience to draw upon too often write stories far less dramatic than their own.
How is that possible?
Perhaps caution creeps into the process. Maybe a desire to be taken seriously overwhelms a more natural impulse to be spontaneous ...