…it’s a space station.
I’d been taking notes and writing scenes for a longer piece that wasn’t working. I couldn’t think with it, but I dream it every few days, so I’d just write stuff down.
Then I realized why it wasn’t working: it’s not a novel. It’s four novellas.
It’s not erotic romance (per novella): it’s erotica, with a long arc of erotic romance.
No wonder I was struggling with it.
I’ve been so stuck in a genre where novellas were hard to sell that I literally can’t see them when they’re glaring me in the face.