I love to read and I have since I was a tiny girl. Now wait a minute, I’m not going to bore you with how fabulous and intellectual I am. That’s not what this post is about. I must confess that mostly what I like to read is what a friend of mine refers to as “mind candy”. I just can’t help myself, I’m an addict. For those of you who are beginning to worry about the state of my brain now, don’t, I try to throw in a classic as often as I can. If it will make you feel any better about me and this post John Steinbeck happens to be my very favorite author.
I’ll give you a quick example of how bad my habit is. When I was in college I found the small fiction section of the library and got to know it very well. Yes it’s true there was a small “mind candy” section in the collegiate library. I would head up to the library to study and as I was passing the fiction section I would feel this strange magnetic pull and before I knew it I was standing in front of the mystery section perusing the latest titles. I pulled plenty of all-nighters at school but more often than not they were spent with Mary Higgins Clark and Clive Cussler than Physical Science or Biology.
Let’s skip forward a few years, mysteries, romances, dramas, and comedies later. I get a call from my little sister and in the course of the conversation she tells me about these romance novels that she has really been enjoying lately. She starts telling me how they take place in Scotland and before she can continue I stop her. “Wait,” I say. “Let me describe the hero of the book to you. Is he a large warrior of a man with long dark hair and sapphire blue eyes? Is the young lass in the book a slip of a woman with waist length curly red hair and emerald green eyes?”
“Yeah, pretty much,” my sister replies. “Have you read this book before?”
“Nah,” I say. “That’s how all Scottish romances go.”
I really don’t like straight romance novels. They are so formulaic that I just can’t stand to read them anymore. I’m all for romance in a novel I just prefer the couple to be trying to figure out if there really is a chick in Michelangelo’s painting of the last supper while they are falling in love.
After talking to my sister I got to thinking that maybe I could write a romance novel. How hard can it be, right? Wrong. It’s harder than you think. It’s kind of difficult thinking up all of the characters and what the plot of the book will be. How they will meet and not get along for the first few chapters of the book until they eventually get thrown up against each other, lock eyes, and kiss passionately. Then they will talk about what a big mistake that was and fight their growing feelings until they end up in some life threatening situation and realize they can’t live with out each other.
I’m still working on it, if you have any good ideas let me know. While we’re at it does anyone have any good authors to recommend?