On Maturity And Immaturity

Right now I'm sitting on the edge in a strange place between maturity and immaturity.

While maturity has some benefits, so does a certain level of immaturity.

Case in point, a lot of my writing has been on some level accommodating for my own

lack of a childhood. Even when I didn't write middle grade (that's most of my writing

life) I tended to explore the childhoods of younger characters in order to find something

I could relate to.

When I write middle grade, I want readers to experience a certain level of immaturity I

never got to experience growing up, do to related traumas that caused PTSD.

And think on some level, this kept me sane. Marginally of course, but just sane enough to

avoid completely losing myself.