Before anyone shouts, "Off with her head," or snaps shots, clickety-snap, of me in furtive poses and mails them off to some alphabet soup agency, I'll admit it up front. Seriously. I'm choosing to break two cardinal rules of the real writing game. Yeah, I'm that honest with you. Here goes.
1. I'm typing, in black and white, that there are rules to writing.
2. Although there are undoubtedly a million or so rules, I'm only sharing one.
Read What You Write.
It's such a part of the writer, ingrained if you will, that it really should be an unwritten rule. And yet. I can't help but think of myself as a case in point: the last time that I finished a young adult fantasy novel I was perched twenty feet in a tree. In September. It's been four months!
Even more appalling is the fact that my current WIP is mainstream fantasy. Not YA at all. And the last time I read that genre was last Spring (Robin Hobb's Shaman's Crossing for the more vicarious of you).
I've read a million or so books since then: mostly serial killer or mystery or Amanda Quick (the only romance author allowed into the house...though Quality is sadly missing in her last twenty or so books).
Thus, it occurs to me that I'm sadly lacking in the whole "reading what you write" aspect of being a writer. In fact, I suck. Therefore, gentle reader, I am heading off to amazon.com to rectify that -- and before you castigate me for not heading to a local indie book-store, please note that I 1) live in a small town and 2) am on a severely limited budget. As in tiny.
But you -- you're different, right? You always read what you write. Right? Okay. Tell me the truth: what are you currently writing versus what are you currently reading? Be honest :)