Self-Discovery is an Evil Thing
I just took time out to read my awesome crit partner Heather Howland’s latest blog entry on the world of YA.
Not sure if I should laugh or cry. It was amazing. It was detailed. It was spot on.
It was bloody horrifying.
It was me.
I have Adult Romance Writer’s Disease.
My latest manuscript Confession was supposed to be my foray into the world of young adult romance. And while I was aware of the YA rules vaguely, I was convinced that a few could be bent enough to allow my hopelessly obvious adult romance voice to fit my diligently constructed YA characters.
The Problem? The industry is already on to me before my pen even hit the paper. My premise and characters are gloriously YA, but my details, situations, reactions, and heat level are all taboo.
Translation: Slush Pile
Dear God they can take my life but my sexual tension is freakin’ sacred.
So huge changes are on the horizon, and I’m praying that writing the book that’s in my heart doesn’t mean that it never actually makes it on the shelf.
And here I’d been hoping your conversion to YA meant less of the ARWD… LOL Sorry, Q! I had to change a LOT of my book to get rid of that feel
It’s the whole reason I trunked poor Tripp and Chase!
I’m still crying fangirl tears of horror because of Tripp. Whimpers Loudly.