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Saturday, September 22, 2012

I am so never going to be a famous writer

I know my genre conventions. I know them inside and out, back to front, up down and sideways.

And yet I can't make myself follow them.

The crazy thing is, even though I can't make myself follow them, I go to incredible lengths to disguise the fact that I didn't follow them. Which is just sick.

What the hell is wrong with me?

(yes, I am talking about The Blade That Whispers Hate. No, I'm not going to get into specifics.)

4 comments:

expat@large said...

If you are looking to judge your writing by how well you think you are fooling people so that they consider you to be following these conventions which are only there to lock you into a pre-sale pigeon hole then you are doomed see yourself as failing - but only by those criteria. Can't you keep writing the way that entertains you (and us) and damn the torpedoes of such tight conventionally? Or you could try and make money.

Deborah Walker said...

That sounds like a positive to me. You ain't going to be writing any cookie cutter stories.

Anonymous said...

I just finished your book "The thief that spat in lucks good eye" and it was a FANTASTIC read. There are so many unsatisfactory books out there on kindle but yours isnt one of them. I look forward to seeing authors challenge the oppression that different groups face through your stories. You have some great stuff out there! Don't give up just yet^^ What's the point of writing if you give up on what you value most?

Michael McClung said...

Hey everybody, thanks for your comments! I think I better explain what I mean, as this post was just one of those semi-conscious interior monologue blurts :)

But I'll do it in a new blog post.