OPTIONAL IWSG Day Question: How do major life events affect your writing? Has writing ever helped you through something?
I wouldn’t have made it out of my teen years without being able to vent through writing. And after a while the venting led to figuring out or thinking through my troubles. Sometimes even solving an issue. 😉
I have a few things on my mind this month. One: no rejections since my last post. (On the other hand, no requests either.) Two: Roane Publishing closed its doors as of Sept 30th. (They were my publisher and their closing makes me sad.)
Three: I discovered Overdrive.
For all of you that knew…. Best kept secret ever.
For those who don’t know, OverDrive is a way to borrow ebooks, audio books, videos, and magazines etc from your local library. In Canada we need to use an app. For those of you in the states, OverDrive will work on your Kindle.
Using Overdrive led to four.
Four: Being Scattered, Scared, and So Slow it Hurts.
OverDrive helped me get off my behind and start checking out all the middle grade stories I’ve been meaning to read. That’s when I discovered Howard Walllace PI. Great read for the young readers of the world.
It’s a middle grade detective story and I am quite upset.
You see I had this grand plan with my own middle grade detective story. I’m pretty sure I’ll need to abandon it. My main character was a Sam Spade wannabe.
Hers is a Sam Spade, Nick Charles, Mike Hammer, etc wannabe. She covered them all.
The bottom line is she wrote him first and I’m not sure how people would see mine if I pursued it. Would they think I’m a copy cat? Sure some books have common elements. Cozies have cats, cutzie names, foodies, crafties, or as of lately–marinas. Love stories have, well, have love.
It’s not like I’m trying to sell the idea or even the book. I’ve waited so long. It serves me right. To top it off my book isn’t finished….
And her book is great. I loved it. I really did. (Addition: I’m reading the second one now and it’s awesome too.)
I guess that’s my trouble
Jealously. And feeling so insecure.
Logic tells me to stop feeling bad and I’m sure over time I will. Until then though…
What about you? Anyone come up with something similar you were writing? How did you cope?