I have broken yet another commandment (I will be spending a long time in purgatory the rate I’m going!) I have been coveting my neighbour’s novels. Not my actual neighbour, I don’t think he writes. Maybe I should ask him. No, I have been coveting other people’s work.
Every time I pick up a book that vaguely has anything to do with YA or fantasy I am filled with envy. I see their sparkling prose, their clever plotting their sure hand with characterisation and I burn with jealousy. How did they do that? How can they be so good?
Looking then at my sloppy and saggy draft I want to cry. How can I ever be as good as that? How?
At this point I have been known to fall to my knees, rend my shirt and beat my breast whilst howling ‘WHY???” at the heavens (this could explain why my neighbours don’t talk to me).
And then a tiny voice comes to me… their books have been edited, polished. I am comparing my unfinished and unformed story to one that has been through more processes. I am comparing a child with an adult…
So I have decided that all though I am allowed to covet my neighbours books, I have to dig deep to find what it is that I envy so much. And when I have found that I can apply it to my own work.
Or of course I could just stop reading (would save on those rended shirts)
Whose work do you covet?
Come back on Sunday when Susanne will be chatting.