I have found my new favorite author: Robin Benway. I love, love, love her writing. It's witty and sarcastic and, did I say witty? I'm reading Audrey, Wait! and can't put it down ( I was up til 1:30 am last night reading with one eye closed). I can't wait for her next book, The Extraordinary Secrets of April, May, & June. AND the fun part is I found out about her through a blog where someone did a review.
My next boring thing is...oh yeah, I have struggled all of my life to find my niche with writing. I've always known I wasn't interested in sci-fi or fantasy, but besides that it's been up in the air. I love horror and thriller films so I came up with (what I thought were) good ideas and set to writing screenplays. Turns out I'm not good at writing thrillers and my horror story depressed me (though I will finish that one someday!).
I came up with a (again, what I think is) good YA story idea a few months ago. I outlined all of the characters, some of the plot and dialogue. Then that voice set in.
The one that tells me it's not such a good idea and who do I think I'm kidding, I'll never finish this story. Well, it didn't take much to convince me. I put it aside and moved back to the adult novel I started years ago. The one I have 75K words on, and the one whose main character I like and think is funny. I gave it to two readers and got great feedback on it. Now I have a ton of rewriting to do. But.....I don't want to work on it anymore. For now.
This is my pattern:
- Get excited.
- Write tons of notes and ideas for story.
- Realize how stupid/boring/depressing the idea is.
- Look through old stuff and/or start something new.
- Again and again.
I get so mad and discouraged at myself for doing this over and over. The only things I"ve ever finished are two short films. I know that's an accomplishment, but come on! It's not like I have a lack of ideas. I have about a million just waiting to be written about. And I have about a hundred characters spread out over many stories just hanging around wondering where I went.
Ok, so this turned out to be a longer post than I originally thought. But my point is (and I do have one) that I really love YA. I think it's because I still feel like an awkward teenager deep down (regardless of the fact my husband says I act like a 10 year old boy). I still do and say silly things, I'm sarcastic (I actually bite my tongue so I don't say things to people that I know will sound teenagerish), and I'm embarrassing (just ask my husband).
Does anybody else struggle with sticking with a project? Do you juggle more than one in different genres?