>We’ve all got one. The one that is asked when people find out you are/have writing/written a book. It’s the one that makes us cringe, and makes us wish we were elsewhere. The one that makes us wish we’d never brought it up in the first place.
“So what’s your book about?”
It’s exponentially worse when you know the person you’re talking to doesn’t read the genre you’ve written in. Exponentially worse than that is when the person you’re talking to doesn’t even really read at all.
And if you write fantasy like me? Well, might as well just go ahead and take off your hat and take the shame like a man. Err, woman. Because even science fiction gets more respect than fantasy.
My mother broke my heart the other day when she said “Why don’t you write something other than that fantasy stuff? Like something about your dad.”
Mom, I love you (And I can say this because I know she’ll never read this), but no one wants to read about my dad. He was an amazing man… but his story is not remarkable, and it’s unlikely it would ever sell. Not as a debut novel, anyway. I’ll think about it one day, but I prefer my life to stay out of my writing, at least on the surface.
When I mention that my current work in progress is about an assassin hunting for a demon, I can see their eyes glaze over. They don’t get it. And usually, they spout out the usual “I keep meaning to write a book one day.” No one ever says “I keep meaning to paint a portrait one day.”
There’s always this sense that writing isn’t a difficult art, that anyone can do it, regardless of actual writing ability, and regardless of the fact that they’ve never written a word that wasn’t for a grade in their lives. And they always think their life story would be interesting to someone else.
But that’s a rant for another day.
So tell me, dear readers. What is your most dreaded question?