Choosing a genre as a writer, to me, has always felt a little pointless. My somewhat ambiguous process is to get an idea, develop it, and see what genre fits the story – not the other way round.
Writing is hard. But it’s also one of the best things ever.
A little while ago I submitted my super villain story My Masked Lady for publication in a small online e-zine. As you can guess from the title of this post, it wasn’t accepted. This marks my first publication rejection.