Still Searching for my Audience

I've been published for seven years. Small presses and now Indie. Someday I will find my audience. Some year I will earn royalties which exceed my frugal writing expenses.


Yes, I write quirky, too far out of the box fiction. I can't help it.

I don't purposely try to write funny, but my critique partners giggle through my readings. It's the kind of thing that while something is happening to my character, it's mortifying to her, but later when she has survived and is telling the story, it's funny.

I happen to love Alfred Hitchcock movies. My editor for HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL wrote that It's a made-for-the-movies adventure that Alfred Hitchcock could only wish he'd dreamed up himself! I guess people only like to watch his movies, they aren't interested in reading books that he didn't produce and never will because he predeceased their publication.


Nobody is interested in reading an historical romance set in Washington, DC during WWII. I guess I wrote the book I wanted to read. I loved Elliott Roosevelt's mysteries where he featured his mother as the fictional sleuth. When I learned he passed and there would be no more books, I wrote some. Mine have full blown romances included.

I keep trying new genres. Historical, paranormal, erotic, contemporary, fantasy, mystery, women's fiction. There must be another genre out there in which I could successfully publish a book someone would want to read.

The market is flooded. Many writers are struggling, fighting and persevering, trying to float, not drown. I'm not alone. And I do enjoy reading books by Sherry Silver.