I’ve been having a rough weekend. I’m drafting Devil’s Blood 4 while reading the super awesome Throne of Glass series. I love the series so much – it does everything right. It’s made me fall in love with each character in turn, with the narration, with the world, with how the information has been dribbled out to me, how the plot has unfolded – and… I’ve been comparing it to my own writing. I’ve been coming up short.
I know, I know, comparing my books with a best selling series isn’t a good idea. But, with all the similarities between Throne of Glass and Devil’s Blood, I almost feel like I’ve written a poor version of the series. True, Maas and I went in different directions, but it startled me into a sort of guilt/envy that we’d started along such similar lines. It stirred up all those feelings of not being good enough, of being sub-par, and of the fear of never being well-known or even moderately known.
I don’ t even know how one becomes known without throwing your book at people.
It’s frustrating, defeating, and depressing, and if I’m being honest, it makes me want to give up and lay in bed for a while, at least until the feeling subsides.