Confessions Of A Writer #5

It’s not working out.

I was hesitant before writing this particular post because while I was querying literary agents to try to represent my non-fiction piece, I listed this blog as part of my query letter.  But judging from the responses I have been receiving from agents/agencies, or rather, the Silent No response, I think I am pretty safe in writing this post.

So, yeah, this whole dream of being a writer?  It’s not working out.  Actually, let me rephrase that: it’s not working out the way I thought it would.  In any way.

For one thing, I did not think I would have e-books.  Once I put the books online for sale, I did not think they would be as unpopular as they appear to be; by unpopular, I mean that not a lot of people have bought them, not unpopular in that they have received negative reviews.  I also did not think this blog would be little read as it appears to be.

The most surprising thing is that I did not think I would start to fall out of love with writing YA urban fantasy.  It is as though publishing The Hunted and Darkness Calls kind of got it out of my system.  Now, I found myself being drawn to non-fiction narrative rather than fantasy.  I enjoy writing about the world around me instead of the worlds my imagination creates.  And to me this is straight weird because I thought I made my decision years ago that fantasy would be my genre of choice.  But as with anything, things change as you get older.

As a result, I am considering taking the books down.  I feel my interests lie elsewhere now, and it would be in my best interests to focus on those areas.

So what’s next?  I have no idea.  Well, I shouldn’t say that.  I always have ideas.  For now, however, I am just going to see what the Universe has in store for me.