Everyone says, “Write what you know.” I swear, I see this advice popping up everywhere. And at first, it sounds nice. Write what you know. It’s comfortable. You won’t mess up. Good, right? There’s just one small problem.
I seriously doubt JK Rowling went to a school for teenage wizards. I don’t think Suzanne Collins competed in a fight to the death with twenty three blood-thirsty teenagers. And Stephen King was probably not hunted by a demonic clown. Face it – popular authors don’t write what they know. Why?
Because what we know is boring. Most of us do not have grand, novel-worthy adventures. It’s true. If I stuck with what I knew, it would be dull high school life. Over. And over. And over. I wouldn’t read that. Writing is, mostly, making stuff up. We write what we don’t know, or what we want to find out more about. We write our wishes, hopes, and dreams – what we want to happen, or what we hope never will.
But we definitely don’t write what we know.