Shelving a project you love is never fun, but…
My first PitchWars was (mumble, grumble, looks at calendar, gives up) more than a few years ago. I entered my then barely completed (and nowhere near ready) MS that I inexpertly described as an edgy romantic suspense.
I didn’t get in, but gained so much from the contest. The CPs, query help, and community were so amazing. I revised the ever living crap out of that piece (it became a literary thriller). Still, after several rounds of queries and only a few partial and full requests, I got nowhere.
Regretfully, I shelved it and moved on.
Two completed books later, having landed and then broken up with an agent… with countless (who am I kidding, I’ve counted) rejection letters, pages upon pages of feedback, and a completely different perspective about genre and writing… I’ve found myself in an interesting place.
My work currently straddles the line between romance (romantic suspense to be more precise) and domestic or literary thriller. That may evolve.
Because that’s a hard fucking sell.
I’ve been spinning my wheels on a new piece, unable to really move forward—should I write it more romance? Should I go more thriller?
My now-former agent’s advice on that question was: What do you want to write?
My answer was simple and complex and naive: Both, but I want to write what will sell.
Yesterday, I made a choice. I dusted off that old MS… and I proceeded to rip it apart, down to bare bones. Now? Now comes the scary part.
Putting it back together.
And it appears to be taking a whole new dimension, leaning toward straight up thriller, or even psychological thriller.
Let’s see where this ride goes, yeah?