Dear Darling Readers
You know that feeling you get when you read something so fantastically written, you just have to shove that book/magazine/newspaper (yes I know I didn’t mention Kindle, I personally detest the things) under someone else’s nose, and demand that they read it while you stand guard waiting for them to see what you just saw. Sometimes they don’t, they simply pass back the writing and shrug. These are the times when I really feel like hitting someone with said book/magazine/newspaper, but since I also believe that everyone is entitled to their own opinions, no matter how infuriating they may be, I restrain myself. Most of the time though, those people who have me hovering beside them, see what I see, and have a similar moment of complete insanity, leading to someone else having the brilliant piece of text shoved before their eyes and are ordered to read. It helps that my closest friends are completely barmy.
Back to my original point though, that feeling, well I get it less and less now. My shelves literally sag with the weight of my book collection, and I must admit that most of those books I will read once and then probably never cast a second glance. Not that I didn’t enjoy them, I did, they just fail to recapture my attention. Except a few that is. Skulduggery is still one of those characters that will have me counting down days on a calendar, just so I can buy the new book on the first day of sale. To be honest I think all of Derek Landy’s have managed to hijack their way into what little brain space I have to spare, I think they must have thrown out the little maths that I had bothered to remember. But as I am trying to say, the Skulduggery books always give me that fantastic feeling, and have me driving in front of people or spouting out short sections to friends who are so used to my madness that they simply nod and laugh along. It’s that feeling that makes me want to write myself, I want people to read my work and feel that rush that comes when you find that character or plot that screams “LOOK HOW FABULOUS I AM!” You can reread the same joke over and over and still be in hysterics, revisit the same character and never find them boring, I want to create a world in my words, not simply fill blank pages.
It worries me when I read a published book and the characters do nothing for me, I actually wanted to kill Margaret Beaufort in ‘The Red Queen’ by Phillipa Gregory, but that at least meant the character had got through to me. Sometimes I feel that writers do not have enough fun with their work. If you write for a living, people expect a certain amount of eccentricity; why not embrace it with a running hug!
Oh, and for those of you who are wondering, no, I do not think I can write like Derek Landy. The man is a genius and I am bitterly disappointed that echo stones do not exist.
I do love hearing from you, your comments beat even PG Tips or a new pair of shoes.