There’s silence in my mind.
In most cases, this is considered a good thing. Having spent time working in an acute psychotic ward of a psychiatric hospital, I know all about how the voices in people’s heads can often be signs of psychosis and delusion.
But in writers this is something else altogether.
Not necessarily all writers. My crit partner Susan prefers quiet in her head. Be me…the fact that no one is actively talking to me in my brain is a sign that something is…off. Definitely a sign I need to refill the well (more on that in a minute). There are always characters talking to me. Maybe not the ones I’m supposed to be working with, but SOMEONE. It’s why I seem to constantly be opening new blueprints for Sexy Next Books and making notes.
Right now, there’s…nothing.
I had my entire, albeit short, commute to work in total silence. (And yeah, I’m writing this on Friday even though you’re reading it on Saturday).
DUDE, that is FREAKY.
It hasn’t been going on long enough to send me into deeply disturbed about the issue. Yet.
I need to finish organizing my blog tour and such for Red. Get the business out of the way to clear the path for more creative pursuits. And, as I said, I need to refill the well. Which is kind of a problem lately. Everything I touch to read, I put down again. Nothing is snagging my attention at all.
Taking a browse through Goodreads, I can see that 20 of the 26 books I’ve read so far this year were YA. On my 60 book TBR list there? Only 4 are not YA. I didn’t even go back to look at last year’s reads.
I may need an intervention.
It’s like…I’m hungry but I have no idea what I want. There’s nothing in me screaming, I want paranormal! I want cozy mystery! I want romantic suspense!
So tell me, readers, what have you read lately that isn’t YA that was awesome? I need book recs.