by Dave White
I've heard people talk about psychologists and therapy for years. Most people I know who've gone love them.
You have a problem to deal with? They recommend therapy. You need to talk to someone about something? Anything? Go to therapy.
Excuse me if I'm a little more Tony Soprano about it. "Whatever happened to Gary Cooper?" he says, as he sits in the therapist's office.
I have my own kind of therapy.
It's writing. You can often tell what's bothering me by reading the first drafts of what I've written. THE EVIL THAT MEN DO is about my grandmother suffering from Alzheimer's. "Righteous Son" was written when I wasn't feeling too confident with myself.
I've dealt with 9/11, church, car accidents, break-ups, and a whole mess of other hang-ups through my writing. That's how I get it out. I get it down on paper, and then I twist it. I twist it until it makes story sense. I twist it until the characters become their own people and now just shadows of myself.
And then I try to deal with the problems. How can I make them better? How would this character make them better? And if that character tries to fix a problem, but makes the wrong choice, what happens next?
By the time I've finished writing a book or short story, I usually written the hang-up out of my system.
And then it's time to focus on the next problem in my life.
Wonder if my next book'll be about turning 30...?
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