I always saw myself as a novelist. Short stories were just too short. And I had no interest in any other form.
So I was caught completely off guard when I wrote a folk song last year. I’ve always said I couldn’t rhyme. Not to mention I have no knowledge of writing music or the business of song writing, for that matter. So sometimes I hum my song and sing the words when no one’s around and then go my way. (Be grateful you can’t hear me sing.)
At around the same time, I watched some blues performances on TV and began writing what I call jazz poetry in free verse. And the imagery rolled out, completely opposite to who I am, with hazy smoke staining the walls and a shot glass on the table.
A short story was required for an anthology and I lopped off straggling plot developments from an unfinished novel idea and made it fit.
And then there’s my urban fantasy novel that’s in the production stage, with the sequel beginning to trickle into my head.
It’s all good. It’s all different. It doesn’t matter if you choose to write three books in different genres or three different types of writing or more. The most amazing thing about writing is that we get to do it all if we want.
Will all of it be publishable? Any of it? Who knows? How will we know unless we try?
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