Yesterday, I got so much done. I wrote 1200 words for the Fiercest Chicken. It’s funny because with the other two drafts I’ve finished, the beginning was easy and the end was easy, but the middle felt sloughy. But with the Fiercest Chicken, I keep running out of word count before I’m out of story.
Perhaps I’ve grown as a writer or perhaps the Fiercest Chicken practically writes itself, I don’t know. I do wonder sometimes if I need to pick a genre and stick to it more. Build my personal brand and all that. It’s not like you ever see Brandon Sanderson deciding to write romance for a bit. Or Jennifer Weiner deciding to write some horror.
I suppose a lot of times, people like to know what kind of book they are getting with an author. But it makes sense to me that an author would like to write whatever they want. I did read a fantasy book by David Baldacci recently, which seemed a lot different from his normal books, but I didn’t mind.
Yesterday was good, though. I sent out another query and even did a tweet (#brave). Sometimes I wonder if I ought to have a TikTok account, too, but I really hate videos and to be honest, Twitter seems scary enough. But I know TikTok is where all the cool kids hang out. And it’d probably be fine. It’s not like if you download TikTok to your phone, then they start making you do TikTok challenges and stupid dances.
I would never do a TikTok challenge, but I do occasionally do stupid dances. Just usually not for the Internet. It’s more about personal, artistic expression rather than fame. I’m deep like that.
Also, if Brandon Sanderson ever did write a romance, I’d be there for it. I bet it’d be good.