I'm not sure what to write about today. I started to write about a conversation I had about YA as a genre, but I'm not sure what to say about it. You know it's hard to say well this is what I think of YA and not run the risk of pissing people off. Because while I see the value of it, it's not my cup of tea. Sometimes I feel bad about it. I can't get excited about it. People will give me YA fiction to read and most the time I think man that doesn't sound like fun I'd rather read something else. I've been tring to convince myself to read the Hunger Games trilogy and it just doesn't work.
And I feel bad about it really, particularly because most of my writer friends that I have met through the internet are YA writers. Like I should be more into what they are all into. but I'm not. I don't find it aesthetically pleasing and I don't like reliving my teenage years (the whole time I was counting down to graduation when I could finally escape that prison.)
hu, I'm not sure what my point was going to be. well I guess I can say that I don't like YA in general, I want to be supportive of those YA Authors I have meet online as they go through their writing endeavors. I just sometimes feel a little alone on my (adult) Fantasy island.
PS: Particularly when I hear people talk about YA like it is the genre that matters.
Okay that is enough moping from me for now. till next time God Speed and Open Roads.
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