I woke up at 3am this morning with an  idea for a story. I made some notes about the main character, plot etc but couldn’t get back to sleep. One reason I couldn’t sleep was that I was thinking how dangerous this story could be. It could be interpreted as mocking a real dictator, someone I know is implicated in the deaths of some journalists and defectors. Nobody much would read my writing, I guess, but I still felt scared.

Sometimes to write fiction is to challenge and you have to be brave. I am not very brave. I am not like Pasternak or Solzhenitsyn but I admire them and their writing. I wondered what to do with this idea I had. I wamt to write the story, so I have decided to do it, but privately. I will use it as writing practice and create it for myself. I will get enjoyment from the process, but stay safe. I feel like a coward but until the political situation changes I am too afraid if it was published. It’s sad that the world is so dangerous for writers and creatives.

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