YES! YES! YESSS!
In brainstorming with a friend regarding an upcoming book I’m working on, she asked something along the lines of, “How could you write that!?” Basically, I freaked her out a bit… The book in question tells the tale of a murderer with a mission (yes, vague, but I don’t want to give it away). She liked the concepts, relationships, and general plot of the book, but couldn’t comprehend how my brain spiraled into such dark places.
For the most part, I am reserved and somewhat of an introvert. I definitely have my moments of out-going-ness and reckless abandon, but I am (semi-OCD) organized and on top of things regarding day to day life.
But, when I write, I write. I don’t hold back. I have no fear. I like stretching my mind and taking it to places I would not venture into in real life. That’s why its called FICTION, and I love it. Writing is a chance to access those emotions I wonder about, question, feel but don’t express, or exaggerate what I do feel or see. Writing allows me to be unruly. It allows my other personalities to shine.
It’s ok to be regular and orderly at times so that you can be violent and original in your (art) work.