You know I love to write. I love the process of developing worlds and chaos and love and confusion. As if real life is any different.
Well, I’m thinking of writing another book.
Every now and then I try a new style, just to see if I can “do it.” I put those words in quotations because it’s not easy for me to go from one style to another. From a murder mystery who-done-it to a historic love story. From a modern-day time traveler to a scientist in the future.
I still have a hard time writing 3rd person. I’m much better writing from one person’s point of view, not several.
But I’ve been reading some literary fiction lately, and thought about giving that a try.
What is literary fiction, you may ask?
So do a lot of others, it seems. There are as many answers as there are stars. But basically genre writing highlights a specific area, is narrative driven, has a predictable formula, and provides entertainment. Literary writing is language driven, there is not any real style formula, and it provides meaning and cultural value.
When I think of genre writing I think of what I’ve written: time travel, other worlds. Genres includes horror, historical fiction, and mystery romance. Stephen King and Harry Potter. When I think of literary fiction I think of Jane Eyre and The Handmaid’s Tale.
I know I know — write what you know. Who you are. All of that.
But don’t you sometimes want to try something different?
If you play tennis, don’t you want to try squash sometime? If you bake nothing but chocolate cakes, doesn’t a complicated strudel call you now and then?
In order to grow, to explore, to be a master at creation, you have to test the water of new worlds. It doesn’t matter if you succeed in those worlds. But you have to immerse yourself sometimes in something new and different.
I am also drawn into the Gothic style of Poe and the Lovecraftian style of H.P. Something deep and flowery and intense and full of obscure words and inferences. I suppose you had to be there to write like that, but why not experiment a little?
I’ll let you know how the experiment goes. If it rocks the roof or just sounds like Claudia on mind enhancing drugs. I can’t totally destroy my style, but I can try and change my shoe size now and then.
I will just have to stuff the toes with kleenex…