by Kathryn Jane
I keep asking myself this question.
Because I’ve been told many, many times that a writer should always stick to one genre, yet in the span of just a few months I’m releasing four books, in three different genres.
Because I write what I want to write. What I feel. I don’t write to the market. That is, I don’t write a book based on how well that particular genre is selling, or because that “subject” is hot right now.
Can’t do it.
I have always written for the sheer joy of it, and now, even though I have a following of readers who love my Romantic Suspense series–readers begging for the next book–I still follow my heart and write for the joy.
Somehow, that seems to work, and my readers are happy with my choices, so it’s a win for all of us.
How do I choose what will give me joy?
I don’t choose. Stories show up in my head as an opening scene and simply grow from there. Sometimes the scene is simple, sometimes complex, but they are always interesting.
MISSING, came to me as the simple, crystal clear moment when a mountain climber pops his head up over a ledge and comes face to face with a mamma bear and her two cubs…
DIAMONDS TO DIE FOR, began with two people sitting on a bench in front of a barn full of racehorses. It was early evening and all was peaceful, quiet but for the sounds of contented horses chewing hay, rustling about in their straw…
Under normal circumstances, Callista Fontaine was mild-mannered, adjusted easily to whatever came her way, frequently laughed at herself, and only once in a blue moon raised her voice.
But normal was gone and her life in the city but a distant memory. Here she sat—at the butt crack of dawn—doing something she had never in a million years dreamed of doing.
Milking a goat.
And the baby goat, which she actually—God help her—delivered into the world only a few days earlier, was dancing a jig on her hunched back while nibbling on the tendrils of hair sticking out from under her hat.
Rain dripped from the edge of the overhang, barely missing Eddie where he was hunkered down, waiting out the storm.
He didn’t like storms, and really didn’t like being alone while thunder rolled and rain pelted from the sky.
Water was beginning to cover the ground and creep up toward him, making him feel like he would soon be sitting in a puddle.
He should have left when the other cats did.
In total, two Romantic Suspense, one Contemporary Romance, and one Collection of Short Stories.
Have I lost my mind?
And better still? I have a new opening scene tugging at me, and although I think it will be a mystery, I won’t know for sure until my fingers hit the keys and words become sentences…
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