You know what annoys me? When people say “stop writing things like this” or “characters like this are overdone.” Then YOU stop writing things like that and YOU write about different characters.
If a writer, especially a new one, wants to write a YA story about a teen girl that gets saved by the dark, handsome, misunderstood, brooding, and totally unrealistic guy…then let them.
I’ve written eight books. My first book is admittedly WAY more juvenile than my eighth. It is riddled with cliches and crappy dialogue. But that’s how you learn to write. By spitting out what you are used to, what you’ve already read in a thousand other books a thousand times. Quit telling people what NOT to write. If they are writing ANYTHING at all, then they should be proud of that. I’m honestly tired of all the articles whining about how nothing is original anymore and that “so and so” characters are tired and overdone. So the eff what? Things like this make new writers second guess their stories and maybe even give up on it entirely.
We can’t all write the next great “wherever you live” novel 100% of the time.
Let writers write.
I try not to be negative. In fact, most of the time I’m annoyingly NOT negative. And, by that, I don’t mean positive. I mean…I’m, like, neutral and shit. I’ve been frequently compared to April on Parks and Rec if that tells you anything.
That being said. I would just like to say that Mondays really get the shaft in the whole “worst day of the week” thing. In my opinion, Mondays are certainly not the worst day of the week. No. That honor goes to effing Thursday.
And here is why:
You already know Monday is coming. Sunday night, you’re beginning to settle back into the work-week routine. You’re preparing yourself for Monday. You’re getting back into your schedule. You’re going to bed on time. You may even be giving yourself a little pep talk about how “this week” you’re going to be a-freaking-mazing. (Even though you always give this up before Monday even ends.) And there’s something almost refreshing about a new start.
But THURSDAY. You bastard. How dare you not be Friday? It has been a long ass week. A LONNNNNNG WEEK. And you’re going to tell me I still have two more long days ahead of me? No. NO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
I mean, am I wrong? Come on. How many Thursdays have you gone through where you thought it was Friday, but it wasn’t. It was just stupid Thursday. And by this point in the week, you are dragging yourself through to Friday night. LETSBEHONEST. You’re already starting to think, “Well, next Monday I’ll change this and that and that and this and shit.”
So. I hate Thursdays. Because they are terrible. Because they aren’t Fridays. But they feel like they should be. But they aren’t. Now, if we could make the work week only four days instead of five…I’d love Thursdays.
And I would probably hate Wednesday.
So, I’m pretty professional in blog posts for the most part. And I’m not quite sure why because my books are turning pretty mature as I, you know, mature. Like today. I just wrote a sex scene that actually talks about a guy getting hard.
It doesn’t sound like a big deal–especially if you are the type to read erotica–but it’s sort of a big deal to me. I love reading that shit. So hot. Love it. Especially fanfiction. Give me some dirty Harry/Draco sex scenes and I’m golden. But writing it is so different. At least it feels different to me. It’s weird. It’s awkward. I’m not a sexpert. I don’t know all the poses and weird words and how the hell you’re supposed to make some of these things sound sexy.
Initially, I wrote YA, which is very “behind closed doors” and I was totally cool with that. But then I started writing older characters (New Adult, I guess) and they were naturally more sexual. As you would expect young twenty-somethings to be. But I still have that “Nooooo. This is naughty. Stop this.” voice inside my head. It’s stupid, I know. But I got my start with YA and my only published books are YA and I’m just picturing all the young readers who enjoyed my Underground Series reading my new books and freaking out.
So, I’m determined to read more books with sex in them. To…I don’t know…make me feel more comfortable. What are your favorites? Doesn’t have to be erotica. In fact, I’d probably prefer to read books that just have sex scenes in them, but the rest of the novel is about other things? IDK. I’m rambling now.
Anyway. Advice? Book suggestions? HELP!?