My dark and twisty side has be outshone by my ooey-gooey, lovey-dovey, happy ending side. The truth: I salivate over romance. My fantasy library consists of shelves packed with my collection of romance novels, ranging from Jude Deveraux to Charlotte Bronte (my newest fantasy includes a Kindle packed with romances too). I will continue to read and write upper YA, but my adjusted focus will be to write romance for adults.
Like all growth spurts, these growing pains have hurt. I'm letting go of old dreams and making way for new ones, and I'm venturing out of my cozy YA corner into new and bigger audiences. But the pain has been worthwhile because I'm falling in love with writing all over again. It doesn't feel like a job or a chore; it's me fulfilling my new dream of writing romance novels for the next 30-40 years. I'm just sorry it took me this long to embrace who I am as a writer. Here's hoping I don't suck at it.
At the end of the year my blog will undergo changes to incorporate my genre more artistically. For those of you who relish the dark and twisty side of me, I promise it's still there. I'm still Emily, just Emily peddling a love story (you can gag if you'd like).
Have you experienced any growth spurts lately?