So, the other day on a friend’s blog, she was talking about authors telling potential readers that their books are just like *insert best selling author(s) name here*. Back when I was cold querying agents and editors, one of the things they often wanted to know in my introductory letter/email was what author did I resemble in my work. I HATED that part. I didn’t think I wrote like anyone else. In fact, I did one of those on-line things where you copy/paste a snippet of your WIP and the algorythms do their thing and spits out who you write like. One time, I got Henrik Ibsen. Ibsen, people! An old-school Norwegian playwright. Another time, I got Joseph Heller. Of Catch-22 fame. Seriously? Talk about skewed! The closest I got was one that said I write like Agatha Christie but I’m darn sure not going to tout that. I mean, that’s like me saying I’m the next Nora Roberts/JD Robb. I wish they made on of those things for romance writers. Romance is a rather rarefied writing style. Also, I think they just put names in on a rotation and it doesn’t really matter what words you plug in.
Anyway. It was an interesting discussion and if any of you think my writing reminds you of some best-selling author’s, PLEASE! I’d love to know. If I ever get asked that again, I can honestly say, “Well, I have readers who have compared me to _____________ (Fill in the blank.)
What does this have to do with hindsight and the Universe?
Sometimes, Silver, when you look back at the trail you’ve tread, it’s actually hard to believe you were as scared or confused or uncertain as you were, yet still you rocked it.
I say, remember that next time you feel scared, confused, or uncertain.
You’re on fire,
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Works the same for running out of chocolate, Silver.
In my roundabout way, I’m looking back on my trail. I was scared (still am more often than not), extremely confused because I didn’t have a clue how it all worked, and uncertain? Oh hell yeah! I was well into middle age before I got really serious about getting published. Oh, I’d puttered around, queried a few times, submitted some works, garnered my share of rejections, sold a few essay/opinion pieces to niche publications, but no fiction. And every rejection put my plans that much further on the back burner. Where was the Universe’s message when I needed it all those years ago?!?! Anyway, I kept writing, finally found my nerve, got an agent (and parted from her a few years later), sold some manuscripts and self-published others. I’m still scared, confused, and uncertain, but I see the path before me and that’s half the battle. Right? Right! So, writers, take heart. And readers, I am really REALLY curious about your thoughts on my style. You know, just in case… 😉