Not more than a week ago, I declared a niche for my writing. I decided to focus on all things spooky and horror and supernatural (in the freaked-out-omg-what’s-that-behind-my-shower-curtain way). And I was really excited when I did this because, let’s face it, October is a great time for spooky stories.
Except my Muse was none too pleased.
While flying at 33,000 feet, my Muse dropped a little story nugget in my mind, and it grew into whatever nuggets grow into.
And, you guessed it, it doesn’t really fit into my niche. It’s more on the thriller/suspense side, which could be horrific if I spin it right, but it’s firmly in those genres.
I’m excited to share with you the story developments, but it just goes to show you that you can’t box in a Muse (and live to tell the tale).
Or maybe…you can. You’ll have to explore that one and get back to me.