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Non-fiction

Droopy Drawers

I’m enormously grateful to Marie for her writing marathons and for the Wicked Wednesday meme: they encouraged me as I diversified my writing from overlong, under-read novels to short, strange, and sometimes sexy stories.

I only contributed to Wicked Wednesday for the last sixteen months of its ten year run, and then only around thirty times. My contributions had become more intermittent recently, as the world collapses into chaos and my anxiety peaks, but I was determined to write something for the tenth anniversary prompt. I managed that, but the next week I found out the prompt was ending. I’ll miss it.

One thing I learnt from Marie’s Marathons is how much I can enjoy a writing challenge, so the final Wicked Wednesday prompt being a bingo card made up of twenty-five other prompts intrigued me. I wanted to fit all twenty-five of those prompts into one coherent, two-thousand word Wicked Wednesday post.

I write parts of myself and my life into almost all my fiction, as a sort of autopsychotherapy, but I rarely write non-fiction. However, non-fiction seemed to be the only way to meet my self-imposed challenge, so here we are.

There’s been a lot of darkness in my life. When I do write non-fiction I sometimes shine a torch on that darkness — not in the sense of exposing it, but as a sort of shadow…