I've lived much of my life in an identity crisis. You know why? I'm nothing interesting. Note I didn't say I'm NOT interesting... in fact in actuality, I'm possibly a little TOO interesting (as in odd) but my group membership is... dare I say it... the norm... at least for all the places I've lived.
I am female (as are 55% of people... a percentage that only grows as the men die off at a faster rate)
I am white. (in the world, normal would be Asian, but as I live in the United States, and spent MOST of my years in Idaho (98% white—only exaggerating a little) and Oregon (90% white—I think that's pretty accurate)...
I grew up protestant (as most of my home town was)
We were small town but not rural.
I was awkward, but had friends, mostly hiding it (erm... hiding the awkwardness, not the friends).
Not bully nor bullied.
No particular talents to speak of (I might be able to write a little, but I was quiet about that)
I was smart, but not brilliant.
There is absolutely NOTHING to recommend me as interesting. I belong to no group that is exciting, outrageous, illegal, cultish, dangerous, exclusive, or secret. I am the kind of person who if I 'wrote what I know,” would put y'all to sleep.
At the same time... and from a totally different angle... I LOVE reading stories that lead me into another culture or experience.
So when my friend Lance posted this yesterday, I had to stop and pause. Be sure to watch the video (which I could figure out how to upload a video directly. humph). I know it's longish, but it is BEAUTIFULLY SAID and then I'll give some of my thoughts afterward...
On the one hand, this is PERMISSION to write stuff I DON'T know... stuff I make up. Stuff that isn't even PLAUSIBLE if I want... on the other hand, I have been soundly chastised for holding up the responsibility to OTHERS to be authentic representatives. If I'm not required to be a boring, white ex-protestant, then I need to rein in my expectations and just enjoy literature as literature.
Oh, and enjoy the FICTION for what it is... fiction. The writer is entitled to artistic license, in whatever form she chooses to take it.
Circle paintings were both done by my friend Kathy Croson, an artist out of the Seattle area who I went to high school with and happens to be fabulously friendly and fun in ADDITION to being talented.