A couple of days ago, Chibi asked me what I love most about NZ, which triggered me into thinking about my childhood and the place where I grew up. Now, I loved my childhood, despite some small very personal tragedies. Our land, our house, the mountain – they were all magical places to me and every day was imbued with a little bit of the fey. It wasn’t created by my parents, or handed down to me in any way, but the environment lent itself to fantasy thinking and as such I had a pretty wild and exciting childhood, with plenty of mystical beliefs about the world in which I live.
Sometimes, I don’t think it’s the world that other people live in, this feeling has become stronger the older I get and the more I realize that not everyone finds magic around the place.
Anyway… I really wanted to tap into some of that for a story I’m brewing, one that popped into my head when I was asked what I most loved. In the past I have written about parts of my life, though mostly they have been to help me deal with certain not so nice events. This time I want to bring out the magical side, the positive side and I think I’m a little afraid.
Afraid that I won’t be able to do my memories justice. That I won’t be able to bring that magic to life on the page. That somehow in my failure to do that I’ll be ruining some of those precious memories.
I know that’s not the case, even if I can’t pull it off the way I would like to, my memories can and will remain intact. But the fear is there anyway.
As a writer, and a person, I feel like it’s important for me to acknowledge that fear – how else can I move on from it and grow from the experience?
It’s certainly not going to stop me from trying to write this story, whatever the outcome may be.
Do you tap into your history when you’re writing?