Hmm, yes to all that. I do sometimes wish I had written some things closer to when they happened, when their power was palpable. To write of them when their edges have softened is harder. I no longer worry about having to deal with the reliving of them as they are too far in the distant past, but the richness with which I may have been able to fictionalize them is perhaps no longer available to me. Sigh. There is never any “right” answer in these things, is there?
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Definitely no right answer, but looking into my past at times when I was overwhelmed by sadness, I don't think I'd be able to write a coherent story. Gotta wait at least a little bit for your mind to settle.
So true. On another note, I think you may have been traveling when they picked the current Write Club victims—er, participants. I see you doing this in a future round, don’t you?
I certainly wouldn't mind doing it in a future round. Far too crazy over the holidays though, with traveling and other stuff. For now I shall watch from the sidelines as you all suffer.