I’ve come to realize that researching first-hand material sounds a lot like gossip mongering. This is especially true considering how I write almost exclusively contemporary material. Every story someone tells me gets filed and docketed away in the ether of my memory, and occasionally, I’m writing something and I think, “Hey, this is sort of like that [x] situation that happened to friend [y].” Then comes the part where I get in contact with said friend and say something like, “So, remember that time you sublet your room to so and so and returned in September to find it covered in used condoms and dental dams? Could you run that story by me again in exact and excruciating detail?”
On other occasions, I might say, “Hey, you told me you have that friend who grew up with divorced parents and he told you about how having to move from home to home on a weekly basis put a strain on his ability to to do well in school, right? I was wondering if you could ask him for more details on what that was like.”
Now, I rarely (pretty much never) use those exact stories in my actual writing. Real life stories tend not to be neat nor tidy enough to be used in writing. I just want to get the essence of the experience so I can recreate it properly in the context in my story. By now, most of my friends understand that when I ask about their experiences, it’s not born out of idle curiosity. The awkwardness usually arises when they tell me about something that happened to a third party that I want to source at some point in the future.
The spin I put on this story when I tell it is that I’m trying to be aware that the human experience is vast and varied, and if I haven’t experienced something personally, I think it’s disingenuous to simply write about how I imagine it would be like. And if I avoided writing about things I didn’t have personal experience in, then I’d really just be writing an autobiography, and who in the hell would want to read that?
A little part of me always ends up in anything I write. To me, it’s a necessary part of being an honest writer. John Green would disagree with me on that (and really, what do I know?), but I don’t write for writing’s sake–I write to exorcise ghosts. So I’m never really fully detached from my writing (which is not the same thing is being detached from your main character), but even then, my experiences have been shaped by the people around me. And their experiences matter too, and until I understand their experiences, I can’t fully understand why they had such a profound effect on the things I’ve gone through. Writing is kind of a lot of work that way.