Right now it's a sort of amalgam of Sex & The City, Bridget Jones's Diary, and something else, for which i have no analogy. Its primary focus is on the angst ridden milieu of cyberdating. The subject-matter, then, is timely and modern. But do people really want to read about someone's dating misadventures? As i read it, i think that it is interesting, and that there's a readership for this sort of work, yet i don't want it to become meandering and self-serving--although everything a writer writes is essentially self-serving--and most obviously when it falls into any realm of MEMOIR, no matter how fictionalized that may be....
Ultimately, i must choose to write what needs to be written, regardless of whether or not there is a market for it. Otherwise, i am just flirting with literary prostitution.
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