I Don't Write Happy Endings

Hello fellow Wednesdays,

I've always imagined myself getting interviewed about the nature of my writing and responding with, “I don't write happy endings.” Believe me, I've tried, but I can't bring myself to write the warm and fuzzies into my stories or poetry. Instead of everything being tucked into a nice, little box with hearts and kisses and an everything-worked-out-in-the-end attitude, my writing likes to remain in a dark corner, possibly in a psych ward.

Sometimes I tell myself I need to extend my craft into realms unknown – happy realms. But in the end, I find beauty in tragedy. Francesca Lia Block was my first mentor in beautiful tragedy. Her stories and characters almost always have an underlying sadness to them, but it's all so beautiful that you hardly mind that you're slightly depressed. Besides, who hasn't felt a tinge of happiness when listening to sad songs or crying or wallowing in misery?

I'm thankful for this blog in that I have a safe place to unload all the gloom and doom one can possibly handle. So what if my poems are depressing? So what if my characters commit suicide? There's much beauty to be seen in the dark.