I default to writing stories about trauma in my creative writing class because it’s what I know. It’s what I can trust to fall back on when my grade is dependent on such a thing. If I had the choice to write without any penalty, I would still write about trauma. Just in the form of people already recovering or mostly recovered from it, odds are. That’s an inherent part of who I am, but I’m kind of exhausted with writing sob stories that other people are inspired by. Part of me just wants to show the world the kinds of stuff I write intimately, about tired people recovered from awful environments being clumsy and kind of dumb sometimes, and just seeing their lover and tripping while they gawk in simple morning bliss.
Those stories take far more dedication for me to see through, though.