You may not know this about me as yet, because I haven’t really shared that many stories. But I’m not exactly known for writing happy tales where everything works out for the best and the good guy always wins. More often than not, the stories I end up writing are pretty dark, even the ones I want so desperately to be happy end up dark. Because the story that I’m meant to tell or that I need to tell isn’t necessarily the story that I always want to tell. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t dislike what I write by any means, but sometimes I’d like to write something happier from time to time.
Truthfully, I’m not even sure I know what a happy story would entail at this point. Certainly it would be different from what I’m known for writing but as far as how that translates into an actual story, I can’t say I know. But I do know this, what I do write, is absolutely what I’m meant to write, and I will continue writing (no matter how dark) what I have because somebody’s got to. Why not me?