When you hear the phrase “romance writer,” what do you think of?
Yeah, I think we need to update that picture. Too many people formed their romance writer consciousness by authors in the ’80s and ’90s. Big hair, floral wallpaper, feather quill pens, and a fainting couch.
Smelling salts, perfumed paper, and titles like Cornered Tigress or The Musk of a Gentleman.
In a boudoir. (Shudder).
The truth is, all the writers I know–romance or no–don’t put on those types of airs. This is my writing space:
Of course, calling it My Writing Space may be a bit too generous, as its true title is The Homework Table and it shares the spot with a typewriter, a box of clutter, and art projects in various stages of completion.
Nary a fainting couch in sight . . .
I guess my point is this: occasionally we stereotype people. Used car salesmen, kindergarten teachers, romance writers.
One of my favorite lines in a remake of Pride and Prejudice happens when Darcy, a book publisher, is having a business lunch with Elizabeth, an author. He’s basically making an offer for his publishing house to buy her book, but she is so prejudiced against him due to their previous encounters she barely gives him the time of day. He’s saying something about her book and calls it “a romance.”
Elizabeth cuts in. “It’s not a romance.”
Darcy says (in his suave British accent with slightly raised eyebrows), “It’s not a put-down, Miss Bennett; it’s a category.”
So, while I have struggled with the stereotypes in my mind, I have reached the point where I can embrace it. I love the Regency period. I love sweet romances.
And I’ll continue to write them, despite not writing with feather quill pens.
Some stereotypes are just begging to be broken.