Yeah, I don’t think I’d write fiction very well. I’ve been feeding myself with, “Hey you can DO IT!” stuff for a long time and yet, when I look back at old stuff that I wrote, I can see the underlying melancholy is everpresent, sometimes asserting itself fully, but usually switching to some sort of project or another.
The whole running-away-from-self thing.
So, if I did fiction, in that state of mind of “Hey, you can do it!” I’d likely gloss over an honest examination of emotional depth within my characters, primarily because I’m not honestly examining all of my own emotional depth, but rather glossing it over.
I wouldn’t want to express that stuff within the characters either, because once I saw it in them, I’d have to deal with it all in me, and, well, I don’t want to. I have too many projects keeping me busy enough so I don’t have to dive down into that place. Hopefully there’s little workers quietly fixing that part of my inner basement and I consider myself quite lucky to have a working system for myself at present, but I’m not qualified to presume that such a system would necessarily work for all.
If any extrapolations from myself _happen_ to fit someone else’s template, then yay but if it doesn’t, it’s not surprising either. A world of individuals is interesting. A world of the same template would be more easily navigable… but not nearly as interesting.