Well, I have had a perplexing week. If I had to pick out a word for this week, it would be “effort.” If I had to pick out a phrase for the past 7 days, this week could be summed up by saying “I won’t know until I try.”
I am still working on my sultry novella set in Jamaica, but I had to change directions a bit. When I began working on the story, which I am about 4,500 words into right now, or roughly half-way done writing, I had the goal of writing it for the sole purpose of submitting it to a certain e-book publisher known for their provocative prose. I just wanted to submit something to them to see what would happen, and in hopes I might reach a wider audience.
Since I’d experimented with writing a more sensual romance in my forthcoming release Love, Simplified, I thought I could write what is essentially erotica. I tried it. It didn’t work. But at least I took the leap. I am still going to finish the story, but on my terms.
I had a long talk with my husband earlier in the week and he basically told me I shouldn’t write something with the goal of making it fit someone else’s ideas. I take his advice about my writing to heart, as he is almost always my first beta reader. As soon as the words left his mouth, I realized how right my hubby was.
So, the short version of this somewhat long story is, I’ve wrote a few hundred words since Sunday, but I don’t consider the past few days a bust. I just think of it as a learning experience.