A sad update on Damyanti’s mother-in-law. After being bitten by a venomous snake a couple of days ago, she has passed away. Please pray for Damyanti and her family as they go through yet another difficult time.
I want to point out something supposedly obvious today. Unfortunately, it’s something that gets missed a lot by novel writers.
Writing is about you.
You write the book you want to read.
You write the characters in your head. The way you want them to be. Unless they decided to disabuse you of any notion of control and ran away with your story ages ago. It happens. Trust me.
Writing for the market is stupid. Repeat after me. Writing for the market is stupid.
Don’t believe me?
Okay… sure. I hope you enjoy writing stories that you don’t care for because the one you love above all isn’t in the market. And let me just mention that the Reichenbach falls happened to Sherlock Holmes because his author grew to hate him. Why? Because no one wanted him to write anything else. Agatha Christie apparently killed off Poirot for the same reason.
And imagine you do succeed (by some miracle) at writing a novel that you hate, but it makes money. And no one ever ever wants to read something else by you again.
It’d be like being trapped in the seventh circle of hell. Just remember the waterfall has been done.
Now you get what I’m saying? Feeling a little nauseous at the thought of a writing career based on something you hate?
Good. Repeat after me. Writing for the market is stupid.
I’ll draft only for myself. What I love.
And then edit in line with market expectations.