When I was in college I used to move Rush Limbaugh's books into the fiction section. Ok, so I think I'm funny. I am a big fan of Margaret Atwood. I would read almost anything she wrote.

The thing is, Deb, I used ot be like that. Everything I wrote was simply the story as it came out of my twisted little head. But working in publishing, and knowing too much about genre and categories, I think, ruined me.

(nattery) How's Alice, by the way? Did you hear anything?

Nothing. I have a call in and will call again.

Re being ruined by the genre thing, you've just nailed why I get so damned prickly about the subject of genre categorisation.

The funny thing is, there really are a lot of books that defy categorization and succeed. I think P-C mentioned Wicked, and there are just dozens of others...the titles of which I can't think of at the moment, damn it. But they're out there. I know it! Shakes fist.

Still vibing for Alice. How scary. And your brother-in-law's question about the carpet just about broke me.

there really are a lot of books that defy categorization and succeed.

The Name of the Rose. The Lovely Bones. For that matter, years ago, The Bone People by Kerri Hulme. It won a Booker.

Oh, and a little thing called The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Klay.

"Infinite Jest" although the success that impresses me is that no other book has made me go "Wtf?" so often without my, you know, flinging it with great force. Decisions, decisions...I could have an assignment if I could write my least favorite topic evah...the right to die. I'm not even sure what I *think* exactly, but it could make me quite unpopular. 12 million stories in the disability nation but it always comes down to that...cringe, cringe. I hate the Schiavo family so much, right now..ugh.

When I was in college I used to move Rush Limbaugh's books into the fiction section.

I know someone who moves On Becoming Babywise (an IMO ridiculously rigid and authoritarian childrearing guide) into Horror. Me, I'm too lazy to walk halfway across B&N, so I just hide them behind better books.

I've decided to go on and skip ahead to the scenes I've already envisioned in Anna. Anything to bring my sad wooden characters back to life.

When I was in college I used to move Rush Limbaugh's books into the fiction section.

::snerk:: And the thing is, who would stop you, or even suspect you? Your chair is a good disguise.

bwah...too true. And with this appearance? People think butter wouldn't melt in my mouth. But, come on, he said there were more Indians than in 1492.

Susan, I say go for it. If you have scenes envisioned that excite you, go ahead and write them. And maybe it's worth mulling what about the scenes in between are stalling you. I've often found that if a scene is boring me to write (because it's tedious or just not compelling or whatever), it sometimes just is a boring scene.

Books that defied categorization and succeeded:

• The Eyre Affair and subsequent titles by same
• all of Diana Gabaldon's books (except, perhaps the recent mystery)
• Now You See Her, by Whitney Otto (not as successful as American Quilt, maybe, but with a narrator who begins to disappear)