Maybe it's that YA makes me reminisce about my childhood and young adulthood when I fell in love with reading. It was Beverly Cleary, followed by Carolyn Keene, and then V.C Andrews. YA back then was a lot different than YA today. We didn't have full shelves full of just YA titles in Barnes and Noble and at the local library. We were lucky if there was one spinning shelves of YA paperbacks amid all the children's titles.
I honestly can't remember the last non-YA book that I've read. And, it has been nearly three years since I've been interested in writing anything other than YA. In fact, about three years ago, a YA author who critiqued my yet-to-be published manuscript suggested that I completely re-write it as a YA with my twenty-seven year old female main character as a young adult. At the time, I completely wrote off her suggestion thinking that she was saying that just because she's a YA author herself. But, as I have thought about it over the years, that is exactly what I'm going to do. I have not started the huge task of rewriting that manuscript yet, but it's on my to-do list.
In the meantime, I have finished one YA manuscript and am about 20,000 words into the next. Previously, I had written women's fiction, but I don't know if I can ever go back to that after experiencing the delight that comes with writing YA.
So, that's another thing I've been doing over the past two and a half years--reading, writing, and loving YA.