Sorta stressing about Wings.

I mean, I wrote this for fun, because I was desperate for something fun and romantic. I shouldn’t be stressing about it at all. I plan on sharing it even if no one chooses it. Period.

But that’s not why I am stressed. What is killing me is this feeling of being left out. I went through and read a lot of the #PitchMadness tweets to see if I’m missing out on something I need to do.

All those PitchMadness entries…one of the readers is going through their slush piles and tweeting out what she likes. They seem to want a lot of MG (middle grade…think Ramona the Pest types..which I used to write, when I had the readership), a lot of Sci-Fi…which I don’t write, and a lot of fantasy. Bleh. Again, not a genre I’m into as much. Sci-Fi and Fantasy really have to speak to me and most of them just don’t. Nothing to anyone who writes them, it’s not my genre.

The thing that’s eating me is she keeps mentioning how diverse characters are a plus. Love this diversity. More diverse characters… And I feel a little stung right now.

Charlie is Charlie. Let’s not delve too much into him right now. Violet is half Japanese, though you might find a slight mention about her in a picture with her mom. Darshan is Indian from India but from London where his family migrated to. Amala is African-American, kick ass and awesome in her own right. My story, their attributes have mentions few and far between, but to me, it really doesn’t make a difference what color they are. They’re people, living lives and trying to find love…just like everyone else on the planet. This story focuses on the love Charlie and Violet need to find. Period.

But I read things like that, and I think I’m screwed because I don’t flaunt it or constantly point it out. I understand that some people of color feel they deal with things every day. There are some who don’t feel they deal with racial differences every day (according to people’s FB posts on a similar topic).

So should I have mentioned how Darshan is Indian and his parents migrated from India to England because of a job? Should I keep pointing out that Amala is black and the daughter of a musician? Do I need to sit down and type out a detailed chapter of how Violet’s Japanese mom died when she was young, and her father can’t hardly look at her because she looks so much like her mom? Because that’s exactly what it feels like I should be doing to be considered as an author who embraces diverse characters. And I know nothing about any of that is in my first 250 and is barely touched on in the rest of the 68,000.

Too bad the world isn’t color blind. Not that I want all color erased, because THE WORLD WOULD BE SO BLAH without our differences–there is so much to love about our differences. But to feel left out because it seems like a qualifier, when I clearly qualify…

I really don’t want this to be the thing that qualifies me, though.

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no images, though I don’t doubt I’ll come back and add them later.

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