We have a 6 ft by 9 ft ledge in our house that sits over our front door and can only be accessed through an upstairs closet. It’s a small room, really, open on one side to the entry way and totally useless. I’ve filled it with plants. One day my son asked me “What would normal people do with a space like that?”
I’ve now had the privilege of having a few dozen complete strangers read and review my three novels. Seeing my stories work, or not, through their eyes has been one of the most exciting things in my life. I cannot begin to tell you what a growing experience this writing thing has been. Sometimes a particular comment in a review overwhelms me, but none has more than the offhand remark of av0415 in her review of x0 on Library Thing.
“It’s quite different from normal books.” That’s just what she said. “Normal books.”
It seems that with each novel I write, I have some sort of new personal confidence crisis. I’m about 1/6 of the way into c3 (cee cubed), the fourth novel in this collection, and I am having my crisis already. This one has to do with my writing style being too inaccessible. I change points of view too often and jump around too much and my last novel z2 took this even further than the first two books. I need to write more like everybody else.
So thank you, so very much, av0415 whoever you are. Thank you for reminding me of my son’s question long ago. For although my son apologized quickly for any implied insult, he was astute enough to know how inwardly pleased I really was. Yes, I am happy that I don’t decorate like everyone else. Or dress or think or live in a way that is too easily described as normal. And although I do want my books to be read and enjoyed by many, I am not trying to write them to be read and enjoyed by all. I need to remember that.
These aren’t normal books. They aren’t written by a normal person. It’s okay. If your particular lack of normal has a common wavelength with mine, then you might enjoy these non-normal tales and that would be great. But if you don’t, it’s fine too. We’re all not normal in our own way.