Write about what you know, they said.
It makes your writing more emotional, they said.
It lets people feel what y o u feel, they said.
But why would I want that?
Why would I wish that upon anyone?
The things that run through my head would make the most unbelieving of men seek answers from God.
They would make your entire being quake in hopelessness.
It would make the brightest of your days seem like the very fires of hell have risen to lick at your paper thin skin.