This is driving me nuts. I'm still trying to do this second assignment. How is it that I can manage to write two fairly long poems and one and a half short stories, but I can't write a simple article or find a sensible market for another?
Something tells me non-fiction is not going to be my thing. I can't see myself conducting interviews with local people to find out about their passion for birds, or investigating local breweries (well, possibly, but only from the consumer's perspective). It doesn't interest me in the slightest. It's all far too real. I don't like real. Real is having to get up and go to work. Real is what I'm doing when I'm not having fun. Frankly, I don't understand what other people see in it.
Aside from anything else, I think my general writing style is probably far too colloquial and certainly too personal for non-fiction. I just hope I can bull my way through this section of the course adequately and ditch it at the first opportunity. I suppose it's a useful skill, if you're ever going to employ it. I don't really think I am. If I'm going to write in any kind of professional capacity, it'll be fiction, and it'll most likely be for kids, who are just as unimpressed with the hard, brittle coldness of "real" as I am.
It is deeply depressing that I've just managed to write far more words, in far less time, on this subject than I think I'll ever manage for this blasted article. I wonder if there's a branch of non-fiction where you're actually encouraged to rant. I'd be rather good at that.
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