Have you ever had a taste for something, but you weren't sure what? Like when you keep standing in front of the refrigerator, door open, hoping something will pop out at you? Or you go to the store and wander the aisles, hoping to find that one thing that will "hit the spot."
You start trying to narrow it down: Sweet? Salty? Bitter? Tart? Cold? Hot?
Sometimes, I just can't put my finger on what I want.
That's how I've felt about reading, lately. I'm dying for a thriller, but ... not really any of the thrillers I pick up. I'm reading a few I love; it's not that. It's just ... I've got a taste for something.
I've had this yearning for a book for over six months.
And I can't find it.
I try all sorts of books; I love them, but they're not quite what I want. I get excited about one or the other, but it fades quickly, because the more I read of it, the more I realize it's not exactly what I want.
This sort of sends me into whining mode. All of a sudden I don't want to read anything.
So I started thinking: maybe it's the book I'm writing that I'm yearning to read.
Writing in a new genre makes me want to find some author who's written what I'm trying to write, just so I can see how it's done.
I can't find someone who's written what I want to write, because I can't quite put my finger on what that is!
So I'm sort of stuck in a tunnel, searching, with no light to guide me.
I hope finishing this thing will satisfy this yearning. It's driving me a bit batty.
Ever have these feelings?