I. Am. Not. Twisted.

Apparently that's unusual. At least, if you believe all that you read. I hope it's not true.

See, I'm going to a writers conference in a few months, so I thought I'd read some of the works of people who will be there. I mean, I should be reading middle grade fiction anyhow, since that's what I write. Why not read stuff from people I may be working with?

Turns out that's a good idea! One of the books I read was wonderful writing--but way, way different than what I'm doing. The other book I read was off the charts writing, but holy cow! Twisted. Yeah, I don't think I'll be working with that person.

Why do people write things that are so awful? I mean, I felt like I need to wash out my brain. I couldn't look at the author without wondering how much is based on personal experience. Yeck.

I want to write something where when someone realizes I wrote it, they smile and are glad to meet me. Not just because the writing is good, but because my story gave them a bit of faith in people, or in themselves. Maybe it just made them laugh or reminded them of something they did years ago. I want to write books that someone isn't ashamed to admit they read, but rather pass on to their friends.

Is that so much to ask?

By the way, I ordered more books. Turns out this research stuff is a good idea!