Years ago my reading habits might have been best described as predictable. Certain authors within certain genres lined my bookshelves. I knew what I liked and I clung to it pretty tightly. There were times I deviated from the norm but they were rare and rather unimpressive.
My habits slowly began to change with the advent of Amazon’s Kindle. Suddenly it became easier to take chances. Reading samples or even free downloads allowed me to take more risks with authors and subjects I might have skipped right over in the past.
When I started writing I knew without question it would be contemporary romance. At the time it was what I read almost exclusively. When my reading tastes changed I tried to convert that to my writing, too. After all tons of authors successfully write and sell in different genres. The past few months I let my writing take a different direction. After a solid start things started to slip. My desire and discipline began to wane. I tried to push myself to soldier on and complete two works-in-progress that I started in the fall. Now I’m stepping back. Last week I put them in my ‘on hold’ file. I’ve never done that at this stage before. It wasn’t easy but I know it was right, for now at least.
Tuesday night while I was on the treadmill the song Home by Phillip Phillips popped up on my playlist. You probably know the lyrics because it’s hard to turn on the radio and not hear them. If you get lost, you can always be found. I’m taking these words to heart because I think they’re true. Yesterday I wrote the first chapter of a contemporary romance with a sports theme that’s been percolating in my brain since Christmas. Suddenly I know my way again and it feels good.