The House Where 2015 Lives

Friday, January 9th, 2015 • No Comments on The House Where 2015 Lives

Nine days into the new year and I’ve submitted three essays (and already had one rejected). Granted, one of those essays was drafted before January 1, but still. Three essays! No child care! That’s something.

I’m still waiting for 2015 to reveal itself to me. I can see its shape in the distance, like a house seen through a thick veil of fog. I can make out its shape (it’s large and formidable, yet still welcoming), but I can’t see the details. What will this year bring? What is waiting up ahead?

After six solid years of editing eighteen erotica/erotic romance anthologies, I find myself on an unexpected hiatus. I have gotten ahead of myself these past couple of years, curating anthologies at a rate faster than they could be released. So now I have seven books in the queue to be published, three of which don’t even have publication dates yet. And so as I wait for those releases, I’m considering what to work on, what direction to go. There are many paths on the way to that house in the distance, and I’m still feeling my way through the fog.

I’ve been focusing on erotica/erotic romance since 2000, and I find myself casting about for something… different. Something new. Something challenging. Not that the genre where I’ve made my home for the past fourteen years doesn’t still offer challenges. Oh, but it does. And I have ideas for stories and novellas and books floating around in my head (and jotted down on paper and tucked away in files…) But I feel as if 2015 may be the year without erotica. How’s that for a theme?

I can’t say for sure, as I don’t yet know what the year holds, but my interest in essay writing (and the long list of publications I’m interested in) suggests I’ll be taking a break from the sexy stuff for a little while. (In my writing, I mean!) I started writing a horror story over the weekend and felt that slightly terrifying feeling that comes with writing something new and unfamiliar.

I cut my teeth on horror, back in the day (way back in the day), but I didn’t have a talent for writing it. Of course, that was my late teens and early twenties, when I didn’t have a talent for much of any kind of writing. And so now, with twenty-plus years of writing experience, I’m revisiting that old stomping ground. The fear and uncertainty are there, yes, but there’s also a kind of excitement to it. And that’s what keeps me writing after all these years– that giddy feeling of creating something out of nothing, of telling a story that only lives in my head and maybe (hopefully) finding a home for it in the world.

And so, the house where 2015 lives is still hidden in the fog, but there are candles in the windows and smoke puffing in the chimney. And there are stories to tell on the path between here and there.

Posted by Kristina in Writing

I'm a writer, editor, blogger, mama, wife and coffee lover.

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