Sometime not long after NaNoWriMo in 2016, I began to question whether or not there was a place in the world for my blended genre style of work. I didn’t think I had a place to belong and it hurt. I didn’t want to write something else. I still don’t. I want to give voice to the stories and characters that roll around and echo in my head.

Twitter at first overwhelmed me, but I’m grateful I made an account. I’ve discovered a wonderful group of fellow writers that continues to grow and as my feed swells with their energy, my heart begs the questions:

Why aren’t I writing right now? Why am I just sitting here on the sidelines, watching?

Fast forward to last night when a tweet about a genre I never heard of before caught my eye: New Weird. And so of course I looked it up. It also lead me to look up another genre: Weird Fiction. I recognize so many author names. As in authors I’ve read and enjoyed. Others I know of, but have yet to get around to reading – for one reason or another.

I have always had a home and never knew it.

There is a place, a name, and an audience for what I write. And I think it’s perfect when you have a mind like mine that loves to bounce, wander, and sample everything.

I’m going to be okay as long as I don’t give up. The same is true for you.

Keep writing. Keep being you.

Don’t let the naysayers tell you otherwise and bring you down.