Do you ever, out of the clear blue, suddenly have nothing to say?
I rarely look at the cursor slowly blinking, but that’s me this morning. It’s a bit soothing. A little like meditation.
I’ve been hard at work trying to get my Spy Thriller database up. I’m making it for purely selfish reasons: First, I love spy thrillers, but you really have to dig through the shelves to find them since there’s no separate section; Second, I want to know the genre better.
In my current genre (which is trying not to be named on this blog, but I’m sure you guys all know ...), I literally knew everything when I first sat down to write. Like, for five or six years, I read every single story.
That’s unfortunately not possible in the big genres. Can you imagine reading every romance? Every mystery? Every thriller? You’d die before you’re done! This not knowing everything makes me feel uncomfortable.
It’s easy to come up with ideas in my other genre, because I just take something that hasn’t been done before, and combine it. But when I first attempted a spy thriller, I caught myself trying to write it to the genre, trying to fit into the mold.
That never works.
I miss having that foundation under me; it lends a lot of confidence.
Oh, wow. I guess I did have something to say. Goes to show, if you sit down, the words will come.
Will you do me a favor? If you have a favorite spy thriller author (can be assassins, too), will you leave it/them in the comments? If not, how do you feel about knowing your genre?
(Um ... did I write this post before? I’m feeling like I did ... sorry! Hah ... goes to show how well I know my blog! I guess I did have nothing to say, LOL.)