My editor: “You’re going to need to write sex scenes.”
Me: “That’s cool. I like sex.”
My editor: Blink, blink.
Me: “Aaaand that came out wrong.”
It was June of 2015. I was in NYC, shopping for a new agent.
This go round I wanted to actually meet the agents under consideration. You know, make
eye contact, check out the grip of their handshake, examine their office, the whole
shebang. I had quit my part-time job the year before, as the writing thing was moving from hobby to career, and I felt like I needed to
treat it accordingly.
While meeting and greeting agents, I also took the time to
visit my editor in her lair. It was pretty cool to walk into the building, get
through some intense security and arrive at the floor where my editor resided.
There were a few things that were “off” however. Apparently, the latest merger was causing some serious restructuring to happen. As I walked through the offices, I noticed most of the staff were in the
process of packing. Huh.
Several years prior, I had survived the personnel gutting that had
happened in the city of Phoenix. I remembered what it felt like (awful) and I was
beginning to have the same hinky feelings at my publisher’s office. The
writers’ rumor mill had been grinding out tales of market saturation, and
authors’ series being canceled, etc. and so forth for many months. I'd heard the
rumors but didn’t take heed until I stood there amidst the boxes.
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| View from the top of the Empire State Bldg on the same trip. |
“This. You can write this,” she said.
I looked at the pile. They were romantic comedies. Oh, the
irony! You see my journey as an author began writing romantic comedies (one of
my very favorite genres) for Harlequin back in the aughts. It hadn’t gone well.
In short, I was fired. But if my editor, who at this point had been with me for
thirty books, felt I could do this then…maybe? I decided to give the genre a go.
Life was happening pretty fast for me at this point. My oldest hooligan was starting high school, and I was in deep, deep denial. Writing a romantic comedy
gave me an outlet for all of the feels I couldn’t dump all over him. After spending a month thinking about the plot and writing an outline, I wrote
450 pages in thirty days. Crazy, right?
My new agent, who had signed me to be a mystery writer, got
a manuscript dumped on her that she had no idea was coming. Surprise! The best
part of this was when she read the manuscript and declared, “You
wrote a perfect book!” This confirmed my decision to hire her, which actually
came about because when I stopped by her office, she’d had cupcakes made to
match the cover of my last book. Yes, that tipped the scale because details
matter!
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| Annie the day I found her. |
That surprise book is ABOUT A DOG, a romantic comedy based upon my
own experience of rescuing a puppy (our Annie) who I had found tossed out in an alley, except the characters are younger,
prettier, funnier, and a smidgeon less neurotic than I am -- but just a
smidgeon. In a nutshell, it's about going home, shenanigans, stray puppy dogs, mischievous elderly aunts, big laughs, shared tears, hot sex, and falling unexpectedly in love.
So, that's how I got here, releasing ABOUT A DOG to the world. It's pretty exciting. It was definitely a challenge not to shove a dead body into the middle of the book but I refrained. And now, as in all writing endeavors, I have to sit back and see how this new genre fits me. Am I fraught with anxiety? Yes, but it's the good kind. In the meantime, I've been noodling around a really cool idea for a YA...
Now, how about you, Reds? Do you have any genres that are lurking just beneath the surface, looking to get out? What would you do if your publisher told you they wanted to see something different from you?
To celebrate the release of ABOUT A DOG, let's have a giveaway! Leave a comment and one lucky person will be randomly chosen to win a signed copy of the book, a tote bag, and swag! Good Luck!
