After watching Julie & Julia, I left the theatre a little discouraged. Again.
There is nothing new under the sun. That’s even more true now than it was when King Solomon penned it.
In the writing biz, we’re told to bring something fresh and unique to the publisher.
Blogs about using a crock pot every day for a year and about preparing every recipe in Mastering the Art of French Cooking get picked up for books and movies. Both are well done, I’m not saying the bloggers/cooks turned in substandard work.
I’m saying it’s tough to find that one unique niche that only I can fill.
I’m too snarky on the page and too passive in person.
Last week, a friend I’ve known since I was 15 recalled that way back in high school, I’d be observing and listening in a group and then pipe up with a zinger and leave everyone with their mouths agape.
My husband loves when I do that.
If that’s my unique niche, how in the world do I transfer that to the pages of a novel?
In the words of Kathleen Kelly, in You’ve Got Mail: I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void…
Today I prayed for: Nancy, Taryn, Louise, Richard Gere
Last movie: Harry Potter
Currently reading: …. something by Chris Grabenstein…