I live in a catch-22 when it comes to writing YA novels. I struggle with the fact that I don’t read enough YA novels, but then I think I’m not qualified to write YA novels if I don’t read enough of them! (As if I haven’t read enough in my life.)
Truth is, I’m probably terrified to put in the hard work of rewriting and reworking a novel I’ve written, perhaps, tons of times. (No lie; I have 6 different versions, including first person and third person POVs.)
But I want to get back to writing. Pumping those creative juices. Escaping from my reality and crafting a world that consists entirely of weirdness and inanity.
But alas, I’d rather stay in bed and have a freak out over what I could do rather than do it.