What comes next?
With the impending end of the Camaro Espinoza series, I must turn my eye toward my next major undertaking. It isn’t easy to settle on something, primarily since I’ve been engaged in specific genres for so long.
First, it was a crime. My Borderland Trilogy was a smash when it came out, but I felt unclean writing it. I’d finish the day and feel like I needed a shower to get the grime off me. I appreciate that people liked those books, but they were never me. I wrote them because agents and editors asked me to do so and because they were popular.
Camaro was more my speed. Sure, there was grittiness, but the good guys always triumphed. And I enjoyed writing about Camaro, damaged as she was because I could understand her. Unfortunately, that series never got the attention it deserved, and while Camaro has a solid fanbase, it wasn’t enough to keep publishers interested.
As it happens, I don’t think I’ll bother with traditional publishers anymore. They seem to have set ideas about who I am and what I write, an expectation I no longer wish to meet. I’ll write what I want, thank you, and if it sells, it sells. If it doesn’t, it doesn’t. I’m in a position where I’m not starving to death, so I can afford to satisfy myself first.
But whether I am satisfying myself or not, I still need a goal. That’s harder.