–Albert Einstein
I Skyped with a friend last night. We've both been embarking on new projects. I always get a little frazzled when trying to come up with new projects. For me, it's a process of generating a million ideas, falling in love with each one, and then seeing which of those is going to last. It can be heartbreaking to fall in love for 10k words only to realize that it's not the right story. But that's the way I work.
Anyway, we've been
having conversations about the kinds of books we want to write. We're both known for certain types of books
and have been looking at ways to break out of the mold. Not that the mold is bad, but in YA, you have
to keep moving forward. You have to
innovate or perish.
My friend told me
about an idea she'd had but had been afraid she couldn't write. We brainstormed and her idea was
brilliant. It was cool and new and she
had so many great places she could take it.
She admitted she'd had ideas like it before but didn't think she was
capable of pulling off something so different.
But after hearing her idea and how much thought she'd put into it, I
knew that she was more than capable.
Your best book is
the one you're too afraid to write. I'm pretty sure someone else said something
similar, but I Googled it and couldn't find anything. My point is: Never play it safe.
You'll never regret
not writing a safe, boring book.
But you might regret
not writing the one that scared the crap out of you.
And because it's
Monday and I'm sleepy (lazy), here's a sample of something I'm working on right
now. I'm still in the honeymoon phase,
so it might not survive, but I'm cool with that.
3:04:29
I know who you are.
I know what you had for breakfast and that you didn't read
today's chapter on the Ho Chi Minh Trail.
I know that you forgot to put on deodorant. That you stole a bottle of water from the
corner store on the way to school. That
your father hits your little brother.
That you secretly hate the movies everyone else loves and that you'd die
if anyone found out.
I know you fantasize about screwing the gym teacher on the
soccer field and that your parents would kick you out if they discovered your
secret.
I know that you're afraid of dying.
That you're afraid of living.
That you're afraid you're ordinary.
That you're afraid no one will ever love you.
I know what you're thinking
right
now.
3:01:57
When you know what everyone else is thinking, you realize
that it must've been dumb luck that humans became the dominant species on the
planet. We're so insecure and scared and
witless and self-destructive. Too
self-destructive to survive, really.
But here we are.
Here I am.
Mika Conner.
Just another Bug, surfing the endless channels of teenage
narcissism when I should be listening to Mr. Horsey's lecture on cell
division. His name's not really Horsey
by the way, it's Morrisey, but he keeps his hair tied back in a ponytail that practically
begs for the equine comparison.
Sometimes, I wish I couldn't hear them at all. It's an
endless stream of sex and food and music and sex and sex and sex. Especially from that kid. Carter Whatshisname. He's nothing but a walking, talking hormone.
He told everyone last semester that he hurt his neck playing basketball, but that
was a lie. Only his therapist knows the sordid
truth.
And me.
But I'll never tell.
Not his thoughts, and not yours.
Not unless you do something worth telling.
Love it. Auto-erotic asphyxiation?
ReplyDeleteMy new story stars a character named Micah too, but I like your spelling better.
And was it Cole? If it was Cole, tell her I said hi.