My chosen genres for fiction are Fantasy and SciFi. So when I walked through Amsterdam and this killer idea jumped in my head for a paranormal romance, I wasskeptical. It wasn’t an idea for a novel either, it was one for a whole series. Characters gathered in my head, the plot just shaped.
I wrote the novel for NaNoWriMo a couple of years ago, and when I typed the end, I then rejected it immediately, told my husband in lengthy details about about how much drivel it was.
Funny detail #1: soon after I stopped reading paranormals.
Funny detail #2: I tell the clients for my business that the deeper the fear/hate/denial, the stronger the passion for something is. So fear is like a signpost: do this!
The past couple of days the main character for that novel spooks through my head, and the idea that the story isn’t as bad as I thought it was. It needs an edit, yes, but it issalvageable.
And my good friend insecurity is back. “You have just self published a novella in your genres of choice and you are writing the sequel, do you really want to hop genres at this stage?”
I don’t know what the outcome will be of this inner discussion, but I guess it involves me digging up the novel out of a gigantic pile of mothballs 🙂