The third draft of my novel has been sitting on my dining table for a month now, waiting patiently for me to decide. Re-write? Add another chapter? Take one out? Or let it sit a few more weeks to gain (more) perspective?
While I am agonizing over that decision, I have spent some time to organize my writing in general. I have read a few books on queries and synopses, agents and publishing houses, and made a list of my works.
And here it is. They are all about death and loss, desperation and suffering. Every single one of them.
I tried to write happy stories, ones that sing of contentment, joy, and perfectly balanced personalities, but everything that comes out is boring and unoriginal.
What is that all about?