I've been struggling lately with finding my voice in writing, and in being confident in who that voice is. I know what I want to write - romantic comedy. At the core of my writer's soul, there is romance and laughter...maybe a little bit of magic, too.
I can do the romance. I have to make sure not to go from romantic and sweet to melodramatic and cheesy, but I can do it.
I can do magic. I love fairy tales, fantasy novels, everything that sparkles the sense of something beyond the real world.
Where I struggle is laughter.
When hanging out with friends or with the boyfriend, I'm told that I'm funny. I'm quirky and sarcastic and when I'm on, I'm good. Granted, I'm also random and that makes people laugh a lot, too, mostly because some of the stuff that pops out of my mouth is so unexpected.
Then I go to Lucy's site, and I read what the Betties say, and I feel utterly and completely...lacking. Humdrum. My wit is not nearly as witty as many of these women. If they are Everest, I'm that anthill in the backyard that keeps coming back despite your best efforts.
There are two authors that I love to read, that I can't put down, that I wish to God I could write like - Terry Pratchett and Jennifer Crusie. They are the peak of wit and humor and intelligent fluff for me, or wisdom masquerading as fluff. They are the writers I turn to when I'm tired and lonely and needing comfort and laughter.
I want to write. I want to be published. I want to be someone else's Jennifer Crusie or Terry Pratchett. I just don't know if I have the talent to go with that desire.
And I don't know if I can find a voice for all of this that will get me where I want to be.