By Liz Talley
Once there was a thirty-something writer who dreamed of contracts, edits, and book launches.
And she made her dream come true.
Oh, it took time. And effort. A little luck. Dogged pursuit. All the things required to keep one’s eyes fixed on the finish line and prepared to cross into victory.
Except, the writer began to realize she never truly crossed a finish line.
Because that elusive chalk mark scratched across the path isn’t the end of the race. It’s merely a mile marker in the long journey of a writing career. Every line crossed means another waits ahead. Some fellow writers drop out—tired, disillusioned, in need of a bench somewhere. Others press on, greeted by cheers and gold medals. And still others remain on the course alongside, picking up one foot, then the other, never knowing when—or if—that finish line will come.
Then there are the ones who get turned around, take a wrong turn, or stumble and scrape their knees. There are more writers with bleeding knees and black toenails than we like to admit.
Yes, a writing career means untied laces, blisters, worn soles, and iffy knees just as often as it means the awards podium. Some finish. Some don’t. And some start over.
Which is where I currently stand, sipping a sports drink and wondering if I’ve lost my mind.
Because after years of writing romance, I wrote a suspense.
It happens.
Sometimes we get a wild hair—an idea that refuses to let go—and suddenly the risk doesn’t seem so unreasonable.
For nearly twenty years, I pursued being a published author. It began with two manuscripts that never saw the light of day, followed by pitches, rejections, resubmissions, and finally, a contract. For many years, I wrote for various Harlequin imprints before making the jump to other publishers. With my agent’s guidance, I gained traction—hitting a bestseller list, earning a RITA Award nod, and landing three Amazon First Reads selections. Running on the right path, I felt confident, even at times, accomplished.
Then the market—already tight—grew infinitesimally narrower.
My agent couldn’t sell my next book. Proposals stalled. Crickets chirped from the publishing world. My work hadn’t changed, but the market had. Traditional publishers were no longer the sole gatekeepers. Indie publishing soared. Readers skewed younger, wanted books hotter, more dragon-y. Publishers chased low-hanging fruit—authors with massive platforms already in place. I was left dabbing my bleeding knees, trying to figure out how to reach the next checkpoint. Did I even want to keep running? That bench off to the side began looking awfully comfortable. What if I just sat down and …stopped?
Then I got an idea that wouldn’t leave me alone.
The problem? It fell completely outside the brand I’d spent a decade building—southern, sassy heroines bumbling their way into success. Marketing experts tell authors to pick a lane and stay in it for projected success. Reader expectations and all that. To leave my lane felt scary. Stupid even.
Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about this story, about how the heroine would grow, change, kill someone.
So I did something terrifying.
I stopped chasing romance publishing. I parted ways with my agent. And I wrote an entire quirky suspense novel with a darker, decidedly not-sassy protagonist.
A risk.
A pivot.
A Hail Mary to the end zone…wait. I’m mixing metaphors.
No matter. All that to say that now I’m on a different course.
What will this new race bring me?
I honestly don’t know. But being in my fifties and limping along in my career, a pivot felt necessary—I need a fresh course instead of another painful lap around the same one. I know the risks, know the logic against it, but the creative in me needed to be excited, to roll the dice on myself.
So for now, I’m putting one foot in front of the other. Meeting new runners. Working on my breathing. Trusting that I can reach the next mile marker—wherever that may be. It feels good to believe I can take another shot at a dream, even if hazards lie ahead. Because I choose to try. To reinvent. To change my socks and keep going with the hope that the white line lies ahead of me. They say it’s never too late to start over. I believe that.
So on I run, bandaged, determined, and a bit older than before.
But perhaps wiser? And at the very least hopeful that ahead is a new marker, a milestone reached.
Have you ever considered a genre change? Have you done something daring in your writing career? I’d love for you to share a risk that paid off or a lesson that you learned because you took a chance.
About Liz Talley

Liz Talley is the USA Today best-selling author of over thirty heartwarming stories. A finalist in both Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart and Rita Awards, Liz has published with Harlequin, Hallmark, and Montlake where she reached number one in Kindle romance and was named to Publisher’s Weekly mass market bestseller list. Her stories are set in the South where the tea is sweet, the summers are hot, and the porches are wide. In 2023, she also added screenwriter to her accomplishments, co-writing an adaptation of her novel The Wedding War, which landed in the Top 20 of the Louisiana Film Prize.
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