I’m writing a post-apocalyptic story, because the setting creates a rich, fertile backgound in which I can develop characters and stories. Even though it’s dark, I thought my tale could be one of light. After all, what is more inspiring than a story about characters who have endured the worst thing that could possibly happen to them and carried on to create a better world, or at least the hope of one. Is that not what we all want?
But the post-apoc, world-setting is still dark, at least for me. Everyday I re-enter the world I’ve created, peopled with lost souls, psychos, bullies and a few good people. What I see is that humanity doesn’t look good when you strip away the toys and comforts of civilization. And the more I think about it, the darker it looks.
Am I whining? Yes and no. I think a part of me has to conquer or at least come to peace with the setting to make it work.
That’s where my head is as I reach the halfway point in my first draft. I’ll let you know if it gets easier.
But then maybe it’s not meant to. It is writing after all:)