Song of the Day: Blood by In This Moment
Hey…It could have happened.
You see, most people who have know me prior to five years ago are surprised to find that I have become an author. With books. For sale. I admit, I’m surprised, too. Growing up, my dreams did not include the endless hours of solitude tapping away on a keyboard, mass amounts of research, the hari kari of reviews, marketing, and time displacement. No, I dreamed of rock stars and race horses. Don’t ask.
I stumbled upon my career. And I’m glad I did. I love it. But I don’t just write stories. I write romance. This coming from someone who shuns chick flicks and sappy greeting cards.
Not too long ago, an old friend asked me about my writing. It was small talk on their part. I don’t believe they were really that interested. But it was how they asked that drew up my hackles. Especially since the exact term used was ‘sex books’. Really? Sex books? I asked him (yes, him) if he had read one of my sex books. He bluntly said no, nor would he. Grrr…
“It’s not my thing.”
“What’s your thing? Shoot outs? Car chases? Explosions? Danger? Intrigue?”
“And babes. Don’t forget, babes.”
“Right. Romance doesn’t have any of that.”
A romance author’s keyboard
A couple years ago, at a party, a woman I’d just met asked me about my books with great interest. That is, until I told her I wrote romance. She gave me the lip curl and proceeded to tell me she only read real books. I was stunned by her rude behavior and rendered ill-equipped with an impressive retort. Not to mention that for a split second, I felt the sting of belittlement. I don’t remember what my response had been exactly. I threw out a few facts, but she was unimpressed, saying it was nothing more than porn for women. Boy, she just doesn’t know what she’s missing. But, I wasn’t going to change this woman’s impression of the genre, or of me. For the record, I bet she has a video collection of porn.
There is a stigma attached to romance books. Some of which is aptly earned from the romance books of the 70’s and early 80’s. But a large part of the misunderstanding of romance books stems much, much further back.
I am sharing a video I received from another forum (thank you, Ella Quinn!) that does a wonderful job explaining why and how romance books were once considered dangerous. Yes. DANGEROUS. It’s a little more than 4 minutes, but well worth the viewing.
Back to my friend…
I educated him about my books. I challenged him to read one. Hell…just read the ‘sex’ part, if he wanted. I all but guaranteed he would not only see me differently (and maybe make his jaw drop, too), but see romance differently. He might just enjoy it. And I might even teach the guy a trick, or three.
They did what?
To those who would mock the romance novelist, I dare you to read one. Come on…there are loads of sub-genres to choose from. Whatever tickles your fancy. Suspense, sci-fi, paranormal, historical, thriller, steam punk, and more. Take your pick. Read and get lost in an adventure.
Have you ever encountered someone who mocked romance? If so, how did you respond? What are your thoughts on those who look down on romance books? as always, I’d love to hear from you.