John Green, one of my favorite YA authors, tweeted the following today:
"I should really decide which book I'm going to write next."
"I've been screwing around with two stories for a year now. I gotta focus on one or I won't get anything out in '11. But how do I know which?"
If it wouldn't freak him out too much, I'd kiss him for this. Writing has the odd, sadistic way of making you feel like you're alone in the world. So when an incredible writer admits to not knowing which book to write, which is my problem exactly, I feel like it's the Universe's way of saying, "Chill, Liz. You're not the only one."
So...sorry to hear about your troubles, John, but thanks for making me feel GREAT!