I've written one crappy novel, and have two partially finished crappy novels. These are crappy because I've been writing with one hand tied behind my back.
I've been too concerned with what will fit a particular genre, or what might sell. I've been self-limiting in so many ways that I'm pretty worried about undertaking a freer approach to writing.
What will my mother think? Just how bad will it suck? How could such a book ever get representation, let alone a publisher?
I've been like a cook who's been avoiding every spice in the cupboard. The end results have been bland and uninteresting. In trying to please the widest possible audience, I've been turning out gooey crap.
Well, screw it. If I'm not honest with myself and write something that's real, with real emotion poured into it, it's always going to be worthless crap. So, if I'm going to write something that is never going to be seen anyway, wouldn't it be better to have fun doing it, and to make it to my own tastes?
From now on, I'm going to use the garlic and habeneros, and stop caring if anyone else likes it.