I’ve noticed that the most successful writers (well, let’s limit this to epubbed/trade paperbacks in the bookstore, maybe just picked up by an agent with a first sale writers) have an identity. You know what I mean? Their sites are dark, with pics of toothy men or sexy women, gothic tidbits, etc. Or, they stick to a theme–lords, masters, shapeshifters, vampires, etc. They have successful series that sell like hotcakes. A publisher once advised me to “get” a persona. Fit a genre, so readers would latch on, would know what I write every time. I tried. I’ll be a fiesty warrior type, I thought, and stick to kick-ass heroines in Tomb Raider type action adventures. Then I ended up writing a fantasy farce, because that’s what came to me. Okay, I thought, I’ll write fantasy. Then a burning, overwhelming desire to write a contemporary paranormal came on. Damn. Who am I? My books have nothing in common but me, and I don’t seem to have anything in common with myself! I tried a category romance, thinking that would be easier, and an agent said it was too…deep…I guess for category, and I should lengthen it. I did that, and now I have this longish thing that doesn’t seem to fit any “NY” market. Scratches head… I am not an erotica or even “romantica” writer, which eliminates about 90 percent of the hot market right now. Is anyone else in this pickle???