At the start of every new project, I suddenly start analyzing "How I Write."
I think this is because, at the end of every project, I suddenly feel this emptiness, this void, and this fear that I have forgotten how to write. So I dive into self-analysis to remember how I write, and I realize that I've forgotten how I, say, came up with my idea. Usually I just sit down and write and out they spill.
That's hardly any comfort when staring at fear.
A lot has spilled into my spy thriller, mostly the arc and conflicts of my two main character's relationship.
But I haven't found the BAM.
Or maybe I have.
I have quite a few novellas that people told me I wrote in an unexpected way, or came up with an original hook, or something "unlike anything they've read in the genre." The thing is, I didn't feel they were that original at ALL. I'm talking, I felt the ideas were just run of the mill, and they were obvious to me. Maybe they were new to the publisher, but not new if you look at the big picture.
I've always considered myself a writer whose strength lies more in the execution than the idea. I mean, EVERYTHING's been done before. Sometimes I feel I pull a little of this and a little of that.
I see the roots of my story so clearly, that I fear everyone else can, too. I know my execution is completely different and that I've altered nearly everything. I know I make an effort to see what the reader expects and then twist it, but in the end ... it all feels so obviously the way I'd do it, that it's not original to me.
Knowing thyself is hard.
On another note, I have great pity for authors who stick their foot in their mouth. Or who get their foot shoved in their mouth by the petty dramatists around.
On the whole, I'm getting sick of the mass of
mysteries that were written specifically to make
women feel good about themselves. Clearly
their sales success proves that most female
readers need such encouragement.
So do you 'know thyself' when it comes to writing? Or is much of it shrouded in mystery and hazy memory? And do you feel that all your writing is, despite your best efforts, obvious? Do you recognize your own originality? Or does it feel banally normal to you?