I have mentioned in the past my confusion about and dislike of the concept of ‘genre’. When Ellen’s Tale was deemed ready to be sent to agents this word was the bugbear of my life. Being told by some ‘experts’ that I was writing science fiction displeased me. I was writing a novel. Did I? My memories of sci fi were so different from what I had written; I discounted the experts. My tale was a love story: was it a romance? Never, they said. Was it historical? Ah, come off it, they scorned.
For various reasons and nothing to do with the above I decided to self publish and naively thought that particular problem was behind me. After all in cyberspace there are no bookshelves, are there? Wrong, wrong, oh how wrong. Every site I wished to place news of Ellen’s Tale needed, with a passion, to know what genre I wrote in so that it could occupy its appropriate pigeon hole. I hate pigeon holes. I am not a pigeon, neither is Ellen, I would mutter with a scowl. I won’t even wear my name tag at conferences!
It has become an increasing problem and now I really do have to solve it. Planning my virtual book tour this autumn, I find I’m unsure which blogs to approach while I don’t know what genre I am writing in.
I have been researching over the past couple of months (again). Discovering new fields of lunacy – er sub divisions! In my ferreting around different information I have also made some interesting discoveries, found new authors to read, dipped my toes in genres I thought never to read. It’s been fun. Mind you, I’m no nearer discovering the true
The following posts will be shorter than usual as I tackle each genre I might be writing in. Maybe other confused writers will discover themselves along the way, just don’t hold your breath!