It's late tonight, and I don't have time for a long post.
One of my dear friends and writing partners has been going through a tough time of it lately; namely, despite the fact that many agents fought to get her, the one she chose (brilliant as the agent may be) is having trouble finding an editor to acquire the book. She is, apparently, "too literary." Her prose is too smooth, the plot too timeless, the story "too lyrical."
Publishers, apparently, are looking for the serial fast food of YA lit: gossip girls and clique chicks and what have you. My friend is, inexplicably, too good for this market.
None of us in my writer's group write fast food literature. And often, when I am at the beginning of an idea, I think: will this sell? Is it catchy enough?
The answer is never an easy one, because I don't write fluffy stuff. I like the hard hitting writing that makes you think, and feel; the kind that changes you a little. I gravitate towards reading it, and that's what I tend to write.
Tonight while catching up on correspondence, I had the TV on to some music station, just for the background noise, and one interview caught my attention. I rewound it (the great benefit of a DVR) because it seemed so apropos of this very discussion.
So I leave you with the thought of a country singer:
"Its hard to be taken seriously when you aren't doing something serious." Brad Paisley
Take that gossip girls.