But...I Write YA

I've written one novel for adults. It's so far from my usual style, I don't even include it in my number. Kind of like that girl you went to school with who was "technically" a virgin until she got married because there was always some reason her trysts didn't count.

Fine, technically I've written five books and am still not published. I queried for only two of them though, so I don't think the other three should count against me.

I realize that's a lot of books written with no intention of trying to get them published. So sue me. I like to write.

Last night I had a dream. It was so vivid and so tangible for lack of a better word, it threw me for a few hours. I kind of had trouble pulling out of the dream. I just wanted to keep thinking about it. Now I feel this knee-jerk urge to write it. I can push aside all the details and see the core of a fantastic plot.

But, see. I write young adult novels. I always have..except for the one time that doesn't count. Would you please stop mentioning it?!? I write YA, okay?

And the part of my dream that keeps finding its way back into my conscious thoughts is not for the YA audience. Not at all. I blush to consider it. It would fit more comfortably with the kind of scenes found in the Fever series (and if you haven't read it, you should. Because it's a-MA-zing.)

So, short post, big problem.

Write something so outside my genre I'll probably never try to publish it, or stick with work that actually might get me somewhere?

*Torn*