My writing partner and I started this novel because we both love the same obscure genre, but now we're discovering we have completely different ideas about what makes a story worth telling and neither of us knows how to say that without it feeling like rejection. Every scene we write feels like we're arguing through the characters.
More people experience this than they realize.
Two creators are learning that shared taste does not guarantee shared purpose, and their collaboration has become a proxy battlefield for unexpressed aesthetic philosophies.
“Where Are You with Indigenous creative traditions?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.