It’s only April 22nd. That means in one week, I read two books. Best Friends Forever by Jennifer Weiner and Bobbie Faye’s Very (very, very, very) Bad Day by Toni McGee Causey. I picked up Jennifer Weiner’s book first because I’ve read all of her books and I think I…
? And may I just say, being a best-seller does not always equate to being a great writer. What it means more often is you were the first with a mind-boggling and unique twist on an old idea. Because, as we all know, there are no new ideas.
Literary fiction, done well, also takes longer to read. Maybe because it’s easier to put down and that might be because you have to think more about what you just read. It’s like a fine meal you want to savor and enjoy and linger over. Which I guess makes commercial fiction more like fast food. Quick, easy and often forgettable.
What if every time you hold a grudge against someone else, it’s more about holding a grudge against yourself? You won’t let go. That person who wronged you touched a chord in you, probably something you’ve been hanging onto since childhood and you can’t let go. You can’t forgive yourself and you can’t forgive others.
Get a first draft done so you can type “the end” instead of getting stuck halfway through and never finishing it. You can always go back and fix what you’ve written. But you can’t fix a blank page.
You want to get published? The first rule is, don’t bother writing the book of your heart. Write something’s that commercially viable. If you manage to combine those two and do it well, congratulations. You might become a best-selling author in record time. Or…you might not.
You might think there’s a lot of genius involved in writing fiction, but if that were true, it doesn’t explain why there’s so much writing that just isn’t that good. Unless there’s a new definition of genius of which I’m not aware.
But at the same time, if I never sold another thing, would I keep writing? Yes, of course, because if I give up, then assuredly I won’t sell anything else.