Like most writers, I believe that my story is genius. It's new and refreshing. It's something the world needs to see. Society as we know it will compeletly evolve just by peeking inside. It might even bring world peace. (Do these thoughts sound familiar? Yea, I though so.)
Last night, as I was online looking up more dystopian novels, I decided to look at the reviews for a book that had been recommended to me. I had heard that the writer was a forerunner of dystopian YA novels, and wanted to know what people we're saying about it.
"She should give half of her salary to Lois Lowry for stealing her story."
"How original. A totalitarian society where people all look and act the same."
"The character's relationships seemed totally fake and the plot was predictable of the dystopian genre."
These were the first things I read.
My heart started racing.
I started to panic.
"But I write dystopian novels," I said to myself.
"My story takes place in a, (you guessed it), totalitarian society.
Maybe it was too inspired by The Giver after all.
Oh my gosh!
My story's horrible!
This is horrible.
They having been saying the dystopian market is at it's peak.
Maybe it's ending!
Maybe it's too late!
It's the end of the world!
Stupid evil minions taking over my brain!
This, ladies and gentlemen, was my first ever moment of self-doubt. It was terrifying. I felt like my world was caving in around me. But then I took a deep breath and thought about this.
1) The circumstances of my society are different than one I have yet read.
2) Though much of the laws are similar to other novels, the government system is unique to my book.
3) The main focus of my book is the growth and questions that they discover as they turn against the society. Making it more about relationships and self-discovery than dystopia.
4) It discusses updated issues relevent to today.
5) Every book is unique. Every writer has his/her own voice and every setting and every character is different.
My life began to recover. My world was suddenly ok. The evil minion takeover subsided. I was breathing. Life was good.
I post this, because I know that we all have those moments when we doubt ourself. Whether the doubt comes from a critique (of our own book or someone else's) from rejection (from an agent or editor) or just from general paranoia, the little minions sometimes get the best of it. But I'm here to tell you, it's all going to be ok. Breathe it out. Work through it. And you'll have more faith in yourself in the end