So, I've been reading this book called The Thirteenth Tale, by Diane Setterfield, and while most of it is pretty good (good enough to keep me reading, that is) it is rather dull. However, there was a chapter or two dedicated to an incestuous affair which may or may not have resulted in the sister's twin daughters. Regardless, I was completely enthralled. Now, I know what you're probably thinking is: ew! and really, I have to agree. That is completely wrong and disgusting... but it's also captivating.
The chapter was really short, and didn't go into any detail, which was good for my soul, but also left me wanting more. Which, while distressing, has provided me with an idea: why don't I write about an incestuous affair? I want to make a quick note to say that this kind of idea, let alone consideration, is not typical of me. I usually stray away from this kind of thing- but I've undergone some changes, and am now considering, at the least, writing about a brother and sister's relationship.
It's taken me a while to even post this (I read those chapters on Sunday night), and I can't decide if I've postponed putting these thoughts on paper because I've deemed schoolwork a priority, or because I'm scared of starting this piece. I already have a rough idea of what I would do with it... but I really don't know if I'll go through with it. My ideas never seem to stick to the same path, and the end product is always a considerable amount different than how I imagined it going.
The chapter was really short, and didn't go into any detail, which was good for my soul, but also left me wanting more. Which, while distressing, has provided me with an idea: why don't I write about an incestuous affair? I want to make a quick note to say that this kind of idea, let alone consideration, is not typical of me. I usually stray away from this kind of thing- but I've undergone some changes, and am now considering, at the least, writing about a brother and sister's relationship.
It's taken me a while to even post this (I read those chapters on Sunday night), and I can't decide if I've postponed putting these thoughts on paper because I've deemed schoolwork a priority, or because I'm scared of starting this piece. I already have a rough idea of what I would do with it... but I really don't know if I'll go through with it. My ideas never seem to stick to the same path, and the end product is always a considerable amount different than how I imagined it going.
I say go for it. Why deny the inspiration? If it ends up being something you're uncomfortable with, you're the one with the pen in your hand - you can change it. On the other hand, if it ends up being something you're really proud of, you'd never know if you never took the chance and put your thoughts on paper.
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