Direction

Since I was in junior high I've known that I wanted to write. I wrote the absolute longest story that went absolutely nowhere. I don't even remember what it was really about. I remember a few little snippets that seemed the absolute coolest thing ever to twelve-year-old-me. For that entire year I carried around a huge binder, having classmates ask me what I was doing, why I was writing, etc. I eventually realized that I actually needed one plot, not three or four, that one character can't do everything, they can't be invincible, and so on. But I stuck with fantasy. I still get ideas, I still want to write them. But since beginning two creative non-fiction classes I've begun to question if fiction is really what I'm best at. I'll always love it, I'm sure, but I wonder if it's where my skill is best applied. I've created so many more strong pieces of non-fiction in three months of class than I've created in more than a dozen years of writing fiction. Our instructor has said over and over again that we all have something worth saying. I feel like I do. But on the same stroke I feel like I don't. I wonder if I'll have better or worse odds for getting published if I focus more on creative non-fiction. I wonder if I can say anything uniquely enough to be picked up by, well, anyone. Either way, I'll still keep writing. I'm sure I'll get picked up eventually. Maybe all I really need is a change of direction.