I know. I know. I haven’t been around like I usually am. I can blame it on visiting family for two weeks but I won’t.
I’m at that fork in the road. Again.
This time I’m trying to decide if closed doors and this deep desire to write the way I want to is telling me something. You see, I used to sell Christian books. For five years. And I loved it and them.
But as hard as I try to write one, I fall short when it comes to the Christian aspect. It feels too forced. Well, it is too forced.
And when I look back to see the kind of work I’ve sold, it isn’t necessarily Christian but inspirational instead.
Here’s the problem.
I want a book published in the CBA market. I love those publishers. Barbour, and Bethany House. . .
So am I coveting places because I used to go to the shows and meet the writers who wrote for them?
And I know that’s not right.
So I’m at a fork, here at the beginning of my next novel. Praying.
So—Christian or Secular. And how did you know for sure?