I have the weirdest relationship with genre sometimes. I mean, yesterday, I was trying to revise a story, and I was all cranky with myself, saying, “What am I doing, spending my time trying to fix this scene with two women on the back of a war elephant, trying to fight off an enemy mounted on a garuda? Is this really what I went to grad school to learn how to write?”
And this morning, I’m all, “Whee! I get to write scenes with war elephants and garudas! I have the best job ever!”
Send help. Or maybe just Michael Chabon, Kelly Link, and Haruka Murakami to apply cool, wet cloths to my forehead and sing me sweet songs of far-off lands…