I read Michelle’s post about ideas she couldn’t finish last week, and nodded my head. Yup. I know the feeling. The thing is, I think it’s a good thing. There are some stories, some articles, some ideas I am not meant to write. And sometimes, it takes starting the thing, in my head or on paper, for me to figure it out.
For instance, I have 3 kids and a step son. I could write on step families, I could theoretically write on parenting. I could write on sibling rivalry. Boy, could I write on sibling rivalry. Or should be able to anyway. But I can’t because either I don’t have the answers–at least on sibling rivalry, or I come across as preachy. It just isn’t my thing.
If you think I’m wrong, think about the people who find out you are a writer and want you to write their idea. I don’t know about you but most of the people in my life have, in one way or another, offered up an idea they think I should write. And I have never been able to do it. Not because it was their idea, mind you. Some of them, initially, even seemed like stuff I should write. But like Michelle I never could fully develop it.
I think when you reach the point that you know that, you’ve actually reached a point of maturity in your writing. You have found your limits. And that’s okay.

