I like variety. I love having a different thing every time I go to a restaurant. My DVD collection includes everything from SpongeBob and Mary Poppins to The Sixth Sense and What Lies Beneath. My MP3 player proudly lists songs by Def Leppard, Barenaked Ladies, Nickelback and Buckcherry alongside songs by Neil Diamond, Fergie, Paramore and Andrea Bocelli. And yes, I also have country, rap and heavy metal.
I don't like to be tied down to one particular area. I rebel against everyone's insistance that I MUST get steak when at a steak house. I literally have NEVER had a favorite flavor of ice cream. There are too many wonderful options. Why force me to narrow it to just one? What kind of cruel injustice is that? (Stick with me, we're almost to the point.)
This is why I love writing YA. It is the big, comfy, genre melting pot. This is a place where I can feel completely comfortable throwing a vampire, an alien, a cyborg and a zombie in the same book. I can have it all. I don't have to choose, and I don't want to.
I love the unique and fascinating ideas this environment invites. I love hearing about fellow writers who have crazy good ideas and don't have to worry about what genre it will fit into.
So out with catagories, I say!
Give me your robot, your werewolf,
Your huddled fairies yearning to fly free.
The rotting mummies of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, genre-rejected to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden keyboard.
Yes, I'm tired and there is every chance my brain was replaced by fluffy cellulose this weekend--want to make something of it?
Now, PLAY BALL!