My SCBWI booklet arrived yesterday so I got to read it this morning over breakfast. I skimmed some articles to be read more fully later on, but I did read this one article by a writer called Joelle Anthony. The article was “Red Hair is not as uncommon as you think” and really what it was about is the cliche’s YA writers fall into when writing, or things they use as fall-backs because everyone else is doing it.
This is the link to the article on her website: http://joelleanthony.com/daily-writings/the-new-red-haired-best-friend/ – and do pop by and read it. You can click on the pictures and enlarge them too.
Something else I’ve noticed recently is how far I’ve fallen off the social scales. I’ve somehow become incapable of talking about anything but a) books b) writing and c) the process and d) bookswritingtheprocessrevisionsandotherwriterlytalk.
And it worries me. Just a bit. I used to be able to talk for ages about any random thing. Even if I wasn’t deeply interested in something, I could at least pretend to be and listen and absorb information. These days, not so much.
I listen to colleagues talk about X Factor or Corrie or whatever tv show they watched the night before and I think to myself: really? This is how you choose to spend your free time? And yes, it’s being snobby and snooty and awful, but I can’t help it. I haven’t watched a soap since I was 16 and I haven’t watched a single episode of any kind of Big Brother / X Factor / Strictly Come Dancing 0r anything like that ever in my life.
Is there something wrong with me? I’d rather be reading or writing or watching National Geographic / History channel or I don’t know, some kind of series like Supernatural, Criminal Minds, Warehouse 13 or Fringe. Dear heavens, I love Fringe. Or any of the kazillion movies we seem to own.
Also, I’m not keen on cricket or football (soccer) so even in that respect I fail hugely as conversationalist.
So I am worried – I have effectively cut myself off from talking to bog-standard non-reader / writerly types.
Am I doomed? Am I the only one?
Will I turn into someone, like one of those mum’s who are so used to looking after babies and toddlers that their voices go high and questioning during a conversation, even when they are talking to adults? (I’m allowed to say this as we have friends who tend to do this and we laugh at them roundly for doing so – but never in a mean way, because we can so relate).
Anyway – there you go. Sort of a new years resolution from me: learn to talk to people again. And not scowl at them too much for talking gibberish about reality tv and soaps. I must remember to try and not appear too weird in public.
Please note that both pictures used in this blogpost was nabbed out of my Word clipart folder.