Something happened in the past few weeks which although outwardly isn't of great significance in my life, it has huge significance emotionally and internally. It has made me turn back to my writing. Sorry I've been away so long, but I'm back now. How long? Who knows . . . but for now I need to write.
That's what struggles do for me . . . they make me return to my writing. Right now I'm finishing up my third novel, the third draft, and completing the rough draft of what I feel might be my best novel yet. Strangely, this novel that I'm writing is far afield from what I've commonly written.
This novel that I'm presently writing is a story of a musician in New York and the problems he has in his love life and the love life's of those around him. Far far different than the two murder mysteries (here and here) and a third to come presently.
That being said I think it's incredibly fun to try new genre's. I've written and published those two mysteries, I have a rough draft of a techno-thriller, several miltiary thriller short stories that draw on my experiences in the Army, and now a romance cum literary fiction novel in the works. I know Kristi, struggles with genre alot. I love the experimentation and the ability to try whatever I want whenever I want. Doesn't have to be successful, just has to be something that helps me.
Keeping everything I've written above in mind, there is one word missing in that word map image above: cathartic. Now more than ever writing has become a cathartic experience for me. No longer is it a means to an end, it's an end in an of itself. It is what I turn to when I have struggles and need peace of mind.
Gotta love that it's always there when you need it.