Here comes new ideas for YA fiction

Different genres use different writing styles so I decided to go take a look at how YA fiction is written so I can corporate it into my own writing.
Truth be told, I hesitate when reading YA because it’s not the genre I like the most since the characters are normally pining over each other, but now after doing some research I realize that I have read YA fiction that I liked.

So here is what I have on YA fiction.

First of all the genre is changing, people don’t want to see love at first site anymore and now love has changed to not only the love interest but also to family, friends and so forth.
People are growing tired of clichés so when asked these are the things most people said they were getting tired of.

• Irresponsible parents who leave teens to take care of the family.
• The main character with only one friend.
• Poor girl in fancy school who inevitably falls for the most popular boy.
• Tomboys who simply hates dresses.
• Clumsy characters.
• Dystopian future where the government has outlawed something that the MC rebels against.

Then I went to see what people want more of apparently they want diversity.
All kinds of diversity they want the rich black girl, the action hero in a wheelchair, the gay main love interest.

In YA fiction there is a line on how graphic some scenes can be written. The readers of YA fiction picked up the book expecting a story not just a very descriptive make out scene.
The love interests are pulled together by the circumstances so remember the rest of your story should be well written.

Now again with the genre evolving people have been once again asked what they want to see and from that I compiled a list of topics you can write about.

• Fear of the outside world. With everything you see on the news people are becoming afraid of the outside world, ranging from Ebola to being kidnapped.
• Anger and Depression.
• Religion. When you become a teen you start questioning what you where told as a child
• Cyber bullying.
• Risks taking such as alcohol and drugs.
• Sexuality.
• Social abandonment. Being pushed away from groups and having no friends can be rough on someone.
• Social power. How hard it is having social power hen everyone is comparing you to others.
• Freedom. Going out into the world or wanting to.
• Being accepted by adults. Despite what they say teens really do care what adults think of them.
• Culture. When your culture does not fit in with social acceptance.
• Social responsibility. People want to look out for each other.

The post is almost over except for the most important thing of how to write YA.
YA writing concentrate more on how the character feels about the situation then the situation itself.
So add some internal monologue and be descriptive. They also think more about romance then in other genres so basically funny guys and silly girls.


So tell me do you have any YA fiction writing tips?


Silva wasn’t a very big fan of her own ancestors seeing how they where the reason people distrusted her.
She sat on the rim of the dam overlooking the small village in the valley below. Today was not her day, with the full moon coming up she had nearly half a dozen people throw salt at her that caused her to itch like nuts.
She sighed staring at the far horizon. She had often wandered what her life would be like if her family just left the town and all the whispering behind their backs. Her gaze flickered back to the village. If she left she would never see Arty again. Annoyance flickered in her stomach. She had to stop swooning over the boy since Renee had gotten her slimy paws on him, apparently the two of them where head over heel in love and was the most favored thing for the village to talk about. Silvia wasn’t falling for it there was no way Arty actually liked that under fed fool.
Silvia saw something in the corner of her eye and turned to see her uncle approaching. She smiled, she always loved talking to her uncle, he was the exact opposite of her father who couldn’t tell a joke to save his life.
As her uncle neared she could see there was something wrong and she sensed more than saw the urgency in his walk.
As he neared Silvia got to her feet.
“What’s wrong?” She asked as he struggled to catch his breath.
“They’re burning down the house.” He heaved. “Your father sent me to make sure you are okay, he said we should meet them in the forest.”
Silvia felt her eyes widen and started hurrying back down the valley.
It was the longest jog of Silvia’s life and it felt like forever before they reached the green of the forests.
She imagined she could see smoke coming from the direction of the house and went from a jog to a run forcing her out of breath uncle to hurry.
They reached the spot where they were supposed to meet up with the rest of the family. There was no one there and she glanced over her shoulder at her uncle.
“We’ll wait.” He said.