Sometimes when I write I get this feeling that I know where I'm going. There's a momentum to tie things up in a bow. A pull toward closure or an answer.
If I keep down this path, the piece would read like a Hollywood Blockbuster: predictable, formulaic. Spoon fed, boring.
The lure is that it's easy. I could be finished now, I think. But it's when I push deeper, into the further crevices of my mind, where the writing becomes the type I want to craft. The independent film equivalent.
My goal is to shake out the truth, with all its sharp edges. To be vulnerable, authentic. To write how life really unfolds, not some Photoshopped version of it.
It's by leaving things untied that bestows a gift to your reader.