Thoughts

"Ice Boys": Abandoning Perfection to Write for Myself

I was never one for journaling. I guess I've always processed things internally. At one point in my life, I did work through a difficult period by just writing stream-of-consciousness life updates that ended up spilling my real thoughts. That was in middle school. Since then, I've mostly stuck through processing the world through characters.

I had one set of characters for about 10 or so years now that I've always imagined, and I feared that if I told anyone else about them, their inner world would crumble. As if speaking their names would unleash some kind of curse unravelling the fabric of their universe. But eventually, they grew too powerful to be contained. (The craziest thing about how dramatic I was about this is that it's literally a hockey player/figure skater romance story). I dismissed them for years as having too self-indulgent of backstories, not enough plot, unrealistic career trajectories. What makes me laugh is what finally made me say "okay, why not?" was me reading the first two Game Changers books by Rachel Reid. And while I respect Reid and she seems cool, the prose in them made me go "psht, I could do this"--and instead of being a condescending dick in my head and calling it a day, I actually followed through and did it.