I’ve spent a lot of time writing (or plotting, since I do a lot of that, too) a lot of different things. All for the same genre though? Mm. Not entirely.
I always used to think, back when I was a young(er) writer, that people only ever wrote one genre ever. That there was a one genre for every writer, like there was a one love for every person. You picked that one, and that was it. You were stuck there.
Ironically enough, I now believe that there’s no such thing as a ‘one genre’ (or even such thing as a one love but that’s another conversation entirely) for every writer — at least not for me.
I’ve gotten the opportunity to write a lot of different stories since picking up writing again. I’ve found that I don’t have a one genre I like above all others. I like the versatility of being able to slide between one type of story and another without feeling like I’m in some sort of a rut or like I’m being confined. I sometimes wonder if that will end up hindering me in the future when I get to the point of being published, not having a specific place where my writing belongs and stays, but the idea of mobility I guess… is more comforting than terrifying, oddly. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that, being a writer requires being a reader, and there’s no one genre that I stick to when I’m reading, either, and I’ve built this collection of ‘ideals’ for each genre that I want to explore in my own writing.
I suppose while I’m still stretching out my baby writer legs, that’s not such a bad thing. Who knows. Maybe I’ll end up being a multi-genre writer.