I finished my manuscript last year. It had been through several edits and was well received by beta readers. I was focused, structured and knew exactly what changes I wanted to make.
And then life, as life does, kicked me in the teeth.
Roll on six months. Six months where I couldn’t concentrate, I couldn’t write. By the time I creaked open my laptop lid and dusted off the keys I had lost focus. The words before me blurred together. It seemed unfathomable that I had written them. I didn’t know what to do.
A professional critique seemed the obvious step.
The main point of the report I have received is that although my writing is good, my sense of story hooks you in, the reader feels it doesn’t exactly fit into a specific genre which she thinks will be a problem if/when I want to market it. I classed it as a women’s fiction novel but she believes parts of it are more psychological thriller based (I would say domestic noir).
Her advice is to rewrite the ending keeping the genre firmly in mind as I do. Of course, it is not as simple as rewriting the ending, I have to re-plot which means changes throughout.
I don’t want to rush into changing the story, I feel I have written the story I would like to read. I don’t want to ignore the (rather expensive) advice I have been given either.
So I sit and I wait for inspiration to hit. It could be a while.