What Stories Are Mine to Tell?

Writers aren’t great people. I mean, look at the personal lives of the greats and you will come to the conclusion that all writers are bastards. And while a large portion of us are irredeemable, I still believe in doing the right thing. That’s why I’m writing this post on what stories are mine to tell.

There’s this pithy saying in the writer community that you can write about the people you know because if they wanted to be written about in a positive light, they would’ve been nicer to you.

That’s fucking stupid.

If you want to be vindictive, go for it. Who am I to stop you?

Not to quote all 64,973 Spider-Man movies that have come out in the past 25 years, but with great power comes great responsibility, especially when it comes to what stories are mine to tell. And if you’re going to write about something-especially in a way that evokes emotions or sticks with people for years to come-you need to quit being a jackass about it.

A Note on Who Decides What Stories Are Mine to Tell

Look. I’m not an authority on much. Ask my dog. She’ll tell you how much she ignores my every command.

I’m simply sharing what I believe to be true. My name is on this here website, and I am the sole authority on what gets…