I doubt I can Broaden anyone's horizons
I am reading many of the posts as I can and this is, as expected, a well-read bunch.
A few of you were nice enough to ask what I write.
My first novel was what would be called mainstream fiction. It came out around the 140000-word mark. I had some editors look at it and we trimmed it to about 100K even.
I shopped that MoFoo for three years to every agent that would look at me. I got three agents no sales. I did accrue some nice handwritten and form letter wallpaper.
During that time, my brother had gotten me started on a story about two brothers who were builders. I was going to make it a kind of rags to riches thingy with an action twist. I wrote 117 pages of crap. BUT
One character, Malcolm MacKurghdy, a rookie cop stood out and refused to be put to sleep. The story -- its background and research turned into a Mystery/Thriller titled WolfPointe. I sold it to the first small house publisher that read it. It spent a year as an Ebook and then she expanded to paper. It is sold everywhere, if a store does not have it on their shelf it can be ordered.
WolfPointe has been awarded the LiFE award (Literature For the Environment) and has just been recently nominated for two more awards.
My second novel, mainstream, titled: Starshot, A Rock Star's Story, is being shopped to agents. My current publisher says its scope to too far beyond her abilities to promote and release. She is helping me secure representation for literary and screen rights. So far no luck.
So -- that's about it! WAKE up the boring Guy from Suburban Chicago is done!