You pick up a book, which turns out to be so amazing you can't help but be dismayed at the end of it, because you know that the story you are writing will never be as good as the one you just read?
It's been a long, long time since I read a book I literally couldn't put down. Then I read this excerpt of another novel in the back of a book I had just finished. Wasn't even the type of thing I usually read, but I was hooked... Had to download it on my Kindle, read the whole thing in a day. Wow.
The sad thing is, during reading it I kept thinking, this is what I want my book to be. Not the plot or anything, but the emotions. It just felt so...real. I think it's a rare thing for even good, published authors. I've even read this same author at least half a dozen times, and while I liked her stories, nothing ever came close to this book.
How do you get over that? Do you pull out a sack of ambition and decide you're gonna make yourself that good, or do you just learn to accept it, and settle for something that's just 'publishable'?
It's been a long, long time since I read a book I literally couldn't put down. Then I read this excerpt of another novel in the back of a book I had just finished. Wasn't even the type of thing I usually read, but I was hooked... Had to download it on my Kindle, read the whole thing in a day. Wow.
The sad thing is, during reading it I kept thinking, this is what I want my book to be. Not the plot or anything, but the emotions. It just felt so...real. I think it's a rare thing for even good, published authors. I've even read this same author at least half a dozen times, and while I liked her stories, nothing ever came close to this book.
How do you get over that? Do you pull out a sack of ambition and decide you're gonna make yourself that good, or do you just learn to accept it, and settle for something that's just 'publishable'?