Genre is something I don’t talk of much on this blog, but I know I’ve always had something to say about it on posts from other people. Most of the time, what I have to say is how I’m a big supporter of exploring different genres and how much I dislike the idea that an author should be expected to stick with a genre and if they venture away from that genre, the smartest idea is to take on a new pen name. This is yet another benefit inherent in self-publishing, t hat you can go ahead and publish whichever genre you like, despite what the last one was. Whether or not readers buy it is another story, of course.
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I woke this morning thinking of genre again, which I give partial blame to Miq over at Three Descriptors and her brief but poignant post regarding Tolkein’s legacy of verboseness in the fantasy genre. I’ve always had a soft spot for fantasy; my love for writing and creating world came from fantasy, and my fantasy work is at the crux of passion. However, I also went to school, and, in college, fantasy is a dirty word, but this is a good thing because it applied the pressure I needed to branch out and try new things and discover that I’m just as in love with general fiction as I am fantasy. I love writing science fiction and I love writing horror and I love writing paranormal fiction and I love writing historical fiction. I love reading all of that, too, and the stigma against an author publishing books in different genres still baffles me. Let’s say I have a fantasy writer that I adore, I pick up the next book and think, “Wow, this is absolutely nothing like anything else I’ve ever read by him.” Assuming the writing is still good, my impulse is not to throw the book across the room in disgust and disappointment. My impulse is to feel a deep sense of awe for the versatility and creativity of the writer.
There are still several months ahead before I need to put some serious thought into this, but I’ve never been a patient person. The nice thing about a collection of short stories is that you can get away with different genres of stories quite easily (as a matter of fact, it’s a particular irritation of mine when I pick up a collection and all the stories are variations on the same theme, excepting, of course, a collection put together around a certain theme), but what about when I have Bowlful of Bunnies finished and up and ready to be read and turn my attention to that other, second book I want to publish? Should it be general fiction, to help prevent the possibility of locking myself into a particular genre? If I were to publish something horror, something mystery, something science fiction, would that corner me in as a horror, a mystery, a science fiction writer? Are enough people even going to be reading it to care? Or should I just go ahead and write what feel right (har har), whatever it may be, and just follow my passion?
Naturally, every part of my being cries out that it should be the latter, to always just follow your heart, but what I’m worried about is that following your heart might not always be as effective as following your head…
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