A number of years ago my brother showed me this one quote. I can’t remember who said it or where it came from, but I never quite forgot the words. It was basically saying that an author only knows they made progress when they look back at what they wrote six months ago and sees how shit it is. Excuse the swear word, but I was trying to quote as closely as possible. At first I always found it quite funny, but once I took up writing more seriously I found that it couldn’t be closer to the truth if it whacked it with a baseball bat. But first, let’s backtrack a little bit.
If you’ve been around this blog or seen me on Twitter or even just spoken to me, you’d know that I have no desire presently to be typecast. What that means is, I don’t particularly want to stick to any one genre. I know that unfortunately makes it hard to ‘brand’ myself, you know, as that crime writer guy or that horror dude. But the truth is, I just have too much ambition and dreams to write in so many different genres that for the foreseeable future I can’t be tied down to just one. My debut novel, The Sorrow, was a crime thriller, and that genre just resonated with me as my first venture into actually writing a book. However, the future is looking quite colourful and diversified indeed.