I know, it’s sick, right? I also like my Bolognese sauce served over ice cold lettuce instead of pasta. I enjoy the contrast between hot and bubbly and cold and crunchy. Plus I don’t like commercial pasta. To me it tastes about the same as cardboard. Now when hubby gets out his hand-crank pasta maker and makes his own pasta, I love it. Between the two of us, we make a mean wild mushroom lasagna. So now I’ll segue…
Jaye Manus, over at Must Love Fiction, is talking about romance. Well, she and I have been talking about romance. Go read. She liked my paranormal, Incorporeal, which is very cool. She brings up a good point – us Indies can take chances. I’ll go further and say we’re wasting our time if we don’t. Well, I suppose if you wanna make the big bucks you can re-write Twilight, but if you’re a good writer, if writing is your passion, you are missing a opportunity to push the envelope.
Some Indie writers are definitely taking risks. Stant Litore with The Zombie Bible, In Pieces, by Geoffrey Mann – to name two whose works I’ve read recently. Not your cookie cutter stories by any means.
Let’s go for it. Like Jaye says, readers may think they want hamburger, but serve filet mignon and see what happens. (Or maybe Bolognese over lettuce?)