I Don’t Want To Be The Next Stephanie Meyer

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

Goal: 40

0 Comments on “I Don’t Want To Be The Next Stephanie Meyer”

  1. Delete her name. Now. Pronto. No hesitating. Really, Meyers? Just the mention of the name makes me shudder. Her writing is absolutely horrid. It was definitely the first book in my entire life that I wished to burn and every time that I see it I get this intense feeling to trash them (and it’s a feeling that sometimes leaves me shaking). My sister couldn’t finish it either and she’s more tolerant than I am. She’s never before not finished a book, even if she didn’t like it.

    It’s the writing that gets me. It’s so horrifically terrible that it makes me think, “Oh god. /THIS/ is what gets published and worshipped in fiction? I think I’ll quickly become J. D. Salinger.” The truth is, I would rather hide my work in a bank deposit box than to have people who worship Meyers feel the same about my book. It’s a matter of pride, really. To be equated with her is a insult of one of the highest degrees.

    Enough of that rant though, I’m done.

    1. Hahahaha! You never let me down, Shad. Ever. 🙂

      I meant SM’s rise to stardom, not the writing, per se. I could use JK Rowling, instead, if you’d prefer.

      1. haha. Of course I don’t. I saw her name and freaked though. I could have went on this long rant saying how you were definitely never go to be equated with her but I felt that to be rather irrelevant. :p

        Rowling is a step up, though. At least she worked hard on her books. What was it, 14 years? I have nothing but respect for a writer who could hold onto a story for that long.

        Anyway, once you’re published I’ll fully expect everyone to know who you are (and when they don’t know you, I’ll act arrogant and make them feel as if they HAVE to know who you are; this drives sales, you see. :p).

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