
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"
Pensive
Waiting for the Cold FrontOnce again, I haven't read much lately so it's difficult to bitch. However, a few weeks ago, I was talking with a local published author. I was telling her about my WIP and she asked if I knew what market I was targeting to.
Dear God, I don't even know what I'm writing. Is it romantic suspense? I'm not sure, I don't have a damsel in distress which most rs seems to have. Is it a thriller? I'm not sure it has the gravitas to fall into that group. I think it could have been a really sexy Bombshell. But Silhouette pulled the plug on that imprint.
But could this be the problem with so many books today? We try to fit them into a category. We target. We try to make it fit into a mold; unfortunately that most of the times, the results are like every other one in the mold.
So what I'm saying is, the authors who know how to write within those confines and still write good books, more power to them. But right now, I'm more conserned with getting the book written than worrying if I'm break any targets.
OT: Dear smoke alarm. IT WAS JUST A PIECE OF BURNT TOAST.