I’ve been giving this a lot of thought and–oh my EYES! That multitude of Santas! That’s right, find old pictures. I remember.
Ahem. I’ve been giving this a lot of thought, and I really don’t want to be the next Stephanie Meyer. I mean, I always thought that I did. Here’s a happy mom/writer who writes a book, sends it in, and WHAM! Famous! Millions of fans, a sweet book deal, a movie that takes five awards. Who wouldn’t want that, right?
Well, I’m realizing it’s me. There comes a point where the phenomena of the book completely eclipses the writer. What if she grows deathly ill of her characters? What if she kills them off, and the world revolts? Although I am genuinely excited whenever somebody says that they’ve read my work, if I were to soar to Stephanie Meyerdom, there’s a plethora of fans who are just right out of their heads. My friend was telling me about this specific instance of physical violence of Twilighters vs. Non-Twilighters, and that’s just frickin’ ridiculous! There are some personalities who would be delighted by the havoc their fans could cause. Not me. I’m peaceful for the most part, until you’ve kicked the nest too many times. Then I want to grab a 2×4 and wade into the fray.
But, uh, that’s neither here nor there.
I always thought that I wanted everybody to be familiar with my books, but I’ve changed my mind. I want people to seek them out a bit, and not have them thrown in their face. I’m hoping this way they’ll be more of a joy for all concerned. I suppose that’s a good thing to figure out so early. It helps me decide what to expect and what to work towards.
Today I wrote a short story that I really like! It’s called “Fairy Goddishness” and it, once again, revisits my boys with wings theme. Usually my winged boys are childlike things, but oh no, this one rides dirt bikes and seems perpetually ticked off. I wrote it specifically for a contest, but the characters are tugging at me a little bit, so maybe it’s something to flesh out.
Pieces out: 39