I wish I’d written the Harry Potter books. I’d love to have the money J.K. Rowlings makes as well as the fame she’s achieved. I wish I could produce books as fast as James Patterson does. I wish patrons lined up around the block to buy my books, that my books were on the shelves of all airport stores. I wish reviewers would mention the beauty of my prose. I wish… I wish…
Wishing I wrote like someone else is a waste of time. I bring my own personal experiences, philosophy of life, and style to everything I write (including this blog). I see life through my eyes, process events through my emotions. Whereas one person might find a situation funny, scary, or ridiculous, I might not. I am me, and the best thing I can do is learn the craft of writing, strive to improve, and write stories that I would want to read.
And thank goodness we don’t all write the same—either in style or storyline—or even as fast as James Patterson. Variety, in my mind, tops duplication. And sometimes, having to wait for the next book by an author I like makes finally getting that book even more delightful.
I’m off now to see whose blog I wish I had written. (I didn’t say I’ve tamed all my green-eyed monsters.) A-to-Z Blogging Challenge