I’m supposed to be writing right now.
The project i’m working on, The Truth, was supposed to be finished by the end of August. Published first week of September.
It won’t be.
So instead of making up time, I’m reflecting. November of this year will mark my third year in this world of self-publishing. I’ve seen a lot. Learned a lot. Been disappointed, a lot. I keep thinking about what my next step is. Twenty-something books in, i’m starting to wonder if that’s just… enough.
Not that I’m at any loss for characters, or ideas. There are at least ten partially documents on my computer right now, that i’ve started and put down for a later time, and i’m constantly meeting new people in my head.
I wonder if, for me, it’s just time for something different?
I love contemporary romance. Reading it, and writing it. I’m currently swept up in the project i’m on now, and i’m excited to finish the Wright Brothers project, but beyond that, when I think about starting another contemporary romance, i’m just like…..”or nah?”
My mind takes me to a lot of places. Introduces me to a lot of characters. I haven’t released anything this year except contemporary romance, even though those certainly aren’t the only stories in my head.
I have stories just waiting to be told in all of these categories, and yet… I’ve put them aside.
I honestly don’t know.
But maybe that’s why I’m looking at Contemporary like “Gworl, BYE!”
I don’t know what’s actually going to happen after I finish the Wright Brothers, later this fall. No clue where my brain is going to want to go. What I do know is that I want to keep developing my voice in different genres. I want to keep learning, and growing, so that eventually, i’m in a place where I can help others learn and grow.
I love writing about black people. In all our shades, and quirks, and varieties, and all of that. I love writing about black people falling in love with other black people, and you know… that’s what I’ll always write about. I’m always trying to grow, and find balance and nuance for the black men and women who come to me, and in that… I can’t limit the kind of story i’m telling.
So I have to branch out.
I have to get over the nagging fear that hounds me sometimes, of “people don’t want to read that”. Because I mean…. maybe everybody doesn’t, but if I can provide a few hours of joy for the people who do… well, that’s kind of my goal, right?
Per usual, i’m just rambling here. I lost the point a few paragraphs ago, lol, so I should probably wrap this up, and… go write this book.
This isn’t some farewell letter to contemporary romance by any means, or even a statement of intent, honestly. I’ll always write the characters who speak loudest, so this is just me… reflecting. Thinking.
Thinking that in the next year of this publishing journey for me… I might have to poke a few of the people in my head in their sides, wake them up from their Christina-Won’t-Quit-Playing-and-Write-My-Genre induced sleep… and hold a megaphone up to their mouths to get them to speak up a little louder.