This morning I have had my first negative thoughts about the anthology project of the local writers group.
My WordPress galpal Crubin calls her negative self-talk Mr. Nasty Pants. Apparently he is visiting me this morning. He is suggesting that my writing micro-fiction for the anthology is a bad thing because I am trying to be a novelist. I am sending a wrong message to readers by introducing them to me through micro-fiction.
I say, “Nonsense.” He is persisting in his argument.
My view is I am new at this writing game. I have made a conscious choice to write a novel: that is the genre in which I believe I want to work. However, blogging has taught me that I like writing short pieces just as much. Then I discovered micro-fiction. It’s the haiku of story-telling. It’s fun and challenging to me. It improves my self- editing skills. Yes, the flavor is different than the novel. But is it really a bad thing to write in more than one genre?
When I get an ice cream cone, I mix up the flavors. Each scoop is different. I eat one flavor at a time, with an occasional drip-catching lick to the others. I like variety. I like sampling. It’s my bad.
Remember. I have stated, “I am not a Hemingway.” What I mean is I have no illusion of producing classic literature that will be studied through the ages. I want to entertain, amuse, calm, nurture, persuade, tickle my reader. My works are meant to be read, mulled over for a brief duration, then shared or shelved.
If I aspired to create literature, then I would understand perfecting my craft in a single genre. As it is, I just want to be read, then read again.
What do you think? Give me your point-of-view.