Last week I let you know that I’d officially started work on my new novel. You remember, the comedy/fantasy/satire/adventure/romance. Haven’t figured out a title for it yet, but that will come in time.
Think of an author. Who comes to mind? I’ll bet it’s someone really famous and successful. Someone who has sold a heap of books and probably made a lot of money into the bargain. Someone who has affected the lives of millions of readers around the world. Maybe someone like J.K. Rowling or John Grisham or that Game of Thrones guy whose name I’ve temporarily forgotten.
And I suppose that makes sense. After all, if you’re going to think of anyone, you’re going to think of someone well known. You’re not going to think of someone that hardly anyone has heard of. You’ve probably never heard of that person either, so why would you think of them?
Over the last few weeks, I’ve been posting about my planning for the next book I want to write. Blathering on about how I’m aiming to combine genres in unexpected ways and conduct quite a bit of research before I get started.
Last week, I briefly mentioned the new novel I am starting to plan. I described how it was going to be a fantasy, comedy, romance, satire, adventure, with a dash of crime and horror thrown in (if you’ll recall, the subject of last week’s post was how one genre is never enough for me).