writing romance novels = freedom?

How did I not see this article sooner? Romance Novels, The Last Great Bastion of Underground Writing, an article over at The Awl by Maria Bustillos. In it she posits that romance novels are feminist works. And that the authors get to do whatever they please since they don’t have to follow the strict guidelines of that snotty literary side of the fiction world. Um, yeah. Like, I knew that already. I’m in agreement. Sort of.

Of course, romance novels come with piles and piles of their own rules, mostly those that have to do with trope: virgin heroine! virgin hero! domineering hero forces heroine to submit and they live happily ever after! Make sure you have this, this, and this kind of sex so that it sells, and also? Virgin Heroine who jumps out of airplanes!

I could go on, but I think you get the point. The thing is, Ms. Bustillos is still right. You can write around the tropes and stick stuff in the plot that would be laughed out of any decent creative writing class. It’s kind of awesome. I tell people that the best part of my job is where I get to make hilarious shit up. I’ve often found myself writing scenes and laughing hysterically over the absurdity of what I’m doing to the poor characters. I don’t have to worry too much about reality. I get to play in dreamworld and it’s really, really, really great.

However.

You knew there would be a however. However, writing romance novels means that you don’t get taken seriously by a great many people whose respect you’d maybe like to get. You find yourself defending your choice of career: oh yeah, I love writing romance novels. Yes, yes I know if my kids’ teachers found out they’d look at me cross-eyed. And see, that’s the part that’s a drag. Millions of women (and some few men I hope) read these books every day and find themselves entertained. They’ve done this for years. It’s a very good feeling to know that you’ve made someone laugh or cry or think about love and the world, except if you do it in a romance novel rather than in a poem, it’s somehow less. Less respectable. Less valid. It’s not much better than (GASP) porn (oh that dirty word!—>very frowned upon in the romance world, by the way).

Well, I say to that attitude: eff  you. Too bad. Deal with it.

I’ve read romance novels since I was thirteen. Or maybe twelve? Sorry Mom! I kinda stole your books. You don’t mind do you? They make me happy. They make a lot of other people happy. And that’s pretty damn awesome for an underground, feminist manifesto genre that nobody talks about in public.

And that’s freedom, baby.

Character sketches

Who are you?

That’s the first question I ask when I sit down at my computer. I can’t write a story if I don’t know who my characters are: their history and motivations, what they look like, how they feel about themselves. I need character sketches before I can even begin to think about plot. I like to spend some time playing with my characters in my head: what happens to the heroine if I do this? Or that? How does hero #1 meet her? Does hero #1 know hero #2? Et cetera. I create scenes and populate them with my heroes and their lady. I try to put myself in their shoes (or leather jackets or pelts). It’s a lot easier for me to figure out how the characters are going to react to conflict if I know who they are.

Recently I discovered Shelfari as I poked around Amazon, trying to figure out how other authors got those cool extras on their book pages. Since I already have character sketches typed out, I thought it might be fun to post them online. The sketches for Tango Trio‘s three main characters are up at Amazon and Shelfari, if you’re curious.

The character sketches for Appassionato and The First Time is the Sweetest are also up. Check out Shelfari if you’d like to see them!