I'm still not completely caught up with school yet, so I will be spending most of break away from the computer and the social networking... So this will yet again be my only post for a while.
So... watch as I cram everything into one ginormous post!
I've noticed lately that brainstorming a new novel is much like choosing colleges. Shiny new genre! New characters to manipulate and shape into whomever you wish! So many wonderful choices but which to choose!
Surely you should pick the college your whole family went to. Legacy is important after all. And if everyone in your family went there and loved it, how could it possibly be wrong for you!?
But then... there's also that nice college a little upstate that has beautiful programs that really allow you to explore every corner of your mind while at the same time being challenged. But it's a little scary. You know nothing about it... why throw away total contentment and familiarity for something entirely different... a risk...?!
Often times coming up with a new novel follows the same trail of thought. I'll give you my own personal example: I'm choosing colleges right now and find that the college my brother and sister went to, the one I have been dreaming of attending since I was 8, is being overshadowed by another college. The other college is just offering me a better chance to grow... and I would be a fool to not take it.
In the writing world, my genre is mainly science fiction, and sometimes a little bit of fantasy. Realistic non-fiction. Throw anything at me and I will take it on.
Except romance. *barf* I cannot stand romance. Reading or writing. I find it borderline repulsive and unbearable at all levels. Except - and call me a hypocrite if you please- my NaNo novel ended being a hard-core romance. And you know what? It was liberating.
All the pent up hate I have against romance novels I puked out into my own. And it's almost half decent. It was not liberating in the sense that I have at long last found the genre of my choice that I will stick with for the rest of my life. It was liberating because I finally got it out of my system. Before I hated on pretense, without really experiencing. But now that I have experienced it, I can genuinely say I dislike romance. I explored, did not like what I found, and rinsed myself of it. Much better than sticking my nose up in the air from a distance.
My point: Keep your options open. You never know what will be good for you. And as the title says, "So often the enemy of the best is the good." So don't just settle for your GOOD writing, chase after your BEST. You might think it's in your hands now, (and maybe it is, who knows?) but you'll never truly know until you explore every inch of the writing world. And can you really live with yourself as a good writer? Why not aim to be the best?
That's all for now my friends! Au revoir!
