I'm embarrassed by it, I'm plagued by it. When I write about the mean things "that man" said to "that girl," will my father recognize his own words to my mother? Will my husband see his actions in my descriptions? Will they recognize themselves?
I try to learn more so that my writing becomes something different, something that is not a part of me, but every word, every syllable, truly is a part of me, a part of my soul - how could I ever separate that?