I ask myself and my characters of late — can you make it on the edge? Are you, perhaps, always on the edge — in search of change or reinvention all the time? I was for a long time certain that I needed to improve myself. My skin my health my diet my hair color. After living to the age of 43 I’m pretty satisfied, but as a young person, it was always in my mind that I could get better. I should get better. I wouldn’t receive notice until I did.
That put me on the perch a lot. In fact, it probably drove me to being a little unhinged. Though the idea of the edge is often thrilling it’s also the kind of adrenalin jolt that can turn to recklessness. For that reason, I love The Edge as a phenomenon in my fiction.
Do you love the edge? Where and for how long and to what intensity? Do you go to the edge on purpose? At the urging of someone else? And once there, is it comfortable, terrifying, desirable?
I’d love to hear what readers think. It may help me develop motivation in a speculative piece I’m working on. So, in advance: thanks!