Seriously, what’s permissible in fiction writing?
I want to take up the NaNoWriMo challenge this year.
Sounds good, right? Pick up the old laptop and start banging out a plot from which to write when November rolls around. But….
I’m frozen. What if what I come with something that is “wrong?” Am I being sexist, fascist, ableist, anti-feminist, racist? What if my efforts produce something that doesn’t meet the standards of society? What if my arranged marriage is dub-con? No, I don’t believe that – arranged marriages are not dub-con by default.
How do I write an interesting story without offending half of the people who read it?
It’s terrifying. Stultifying. Paralyzing.
So here I sit with a blank page and the first name of the hero.
It’s Wells, in case you’re curious.