tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274987097756433491.post7633046898885695539..comments2024-03-05T11:26:21.204-06:00Comments on All the World's Our Page: Going ThereUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274987097756433491.post-37927839816731861302010-01-29T05:07:23.858-06:002010-01-29T05:07:23.858-06:00When I told my mother I'd finished my first dr...When I told my mother I'd finished my first draft, her only question was "Is there any sex in it?", followed by a prudish sniff. <br />"Hell yeah," was my answer. And then she turned the conversation to her orange tree. <br /><br />I *really* don't want to be in the room with her if she ever reads my book!Rachel Walshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15406943046329566026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274987097756433491.post-17366741891926707712010-01-19T10:09:55.794-06:002010-01-19T10:09:55.794-06:00I do read that way. Sometimes I'll throw in my...I do read that way. Sometimes I'll throw in my own personal experience (albeit quite converted and hidden) into my own stories, and it's a mix of curiosity and comparison to see if I can find those special moments in other authors works.<br /><br />Stephen King has always seemed just a little weird to me, but that's because I don't think I could bring myself to write in his genre. I'm not comfortable with horror and it's as foreign to me as someone who prefers classical to rap music. Just not my thing and the other guy is strange. But to each their own.<br /><br />And that's not to say I haven't written a creepy character before - I once had a dark, pedophile who had a habbit of ripping off his own fingernails because he liked the pain. *shudders* When my readers met him they gave me the strangest looks and couldn't understand how I could invent such a nasty man! It stems back from an old piano teacher (a woman) who accidentally lost a nail. The black finger grossed me out then and still does now.<br /><br />I guess because the most interesting/disturbing aspects of some of my work ARE founded in abstract bits of my life, I just assume it's the same with other writers.Parylinhttp://parylin.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274987097756433491.post-70341880842539089462010-01-19T09:09:40.370-06:002010-01-19T09:09:40.370-06:00"OTOH, I've read a LOT of complaints from..."OTOH, I've read a LOT of complaints from writers about how barely any of their friends actually read their books."<br />I think that's the case with me. My mom'll read anything so I'm always wary of her criticism, but at least, since I'm writing YA, I hope she doesn't think 13 year old Austin is me! Plus, she writes a little here and there, so I think she sort of understands the distinctions.<br />I have no idea what would happen if I was writing Janet Evanovich type stuff or books like The Lovely Bones (which I haven't read yet) or The Birth House - stuff that my friends might actually read. What would they think then?<br />I always liked DG's story about taking tea with some reading group ladies who were all deploring Jack Randall and Diana was thinking to herself how they didn't realise he was sitting there with them :-)Deniz Bevanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17134553551048836979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274987097756433491.post-62051633044506222622010-01-19T08:37:46.533-06:002010-01-19T08:37:46.533-06:00Jen -- Maddison in bed = Jen in bed...Mruwahahahah...Jen -- Maddison in bed = Jen in bed...Mruwahahahahahahaaaa. That (that being me =character) is the number one thought that makes my steps falter and the sweat bloom when I think about being published. "Holy Sh*t!, my friends and neighbors are going to look at me and think, 'so that's how it is...'" Gak! LOL, of course I then thing, well I better make it good! <br /><br />OTOH, I've read a LOT of complaints from writers about how barely any of their friends actually read their books. So maybe we've got little to worry about anyway. *bg*Kristen Callihanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01448274676402616525noreply@blogger.com