I was thinking of writing. Which is good, considering I haven't had time to think of much of anything except table numbers and food orders and extra dressing....(crazy dreams every time I start a job)
I digress. I thought about how snotty I am when it comes to reading and if I would want my readers to feel the same. You see, I love James Patterson's crime novels. I noticed his recent release is co-written. I wrinkled my nose. I read one of his other books co-written with someone completely different. I will say it wasn't bad, but it wasn't a single voice and I noticed it. Neither one a bad voice. Each one enjoyable. But to me a little discerning. Kind of like I was cheating on my author with another one right in front of him. *gasp!*
Then he went and wrote different genres. I judged without even reading these books. I came to a realization that I was not behaving as a writer should. I should applaud his ability to move within the writing world and come out shining every time. I should be relieved that it's okay to have several different kinds of books going on at once. I should rip off the label of "Alex Cross" (his fabulous main character in the crime novels that are still my faves)and move along forward...with the author. Not against him.
Yeah, these realizations sometimes suck.
I also realized that I possibly have ADD that has never been diagnosed. Which is what led me to thinking about the whole label issue in our society. If I do have ADD...do I really need to know? At this point in my life, what would it do for me? Slow me down? Oh crap, that would triple my problems. So, then I started thinking about writing again....
Yeah, I'm ADD.