Falling in Love With Writing
I think the first romance novel I ever read was “Lost Love Found,” and I know it was by Bertrice Small. It was one of those classic sweeping historical bodice-rippers that haven’t necessarily aged so well according to modern sensibilities. It was thrust into my hands—“You have to read this!”—by teenage girlfriends who have curiously lost all memory of the event some 25 years later. I was entranced and titillated and then I went back to my Serious Reading. Things a Smart Girl would read. I was an aspiring word person, after all.
I’ve always been a writer, but it’s been a job; a disciplined pursuit. In college I majored in journalism, after getting scared out of an English degree during my first semester because I didn’t love Faulkner’s “The Sound and the Fury.” (Oh to understand the logic of my 18-year-old brain.) As a professional, that old writer’s adage certainly applied: “I don’t like to write, but I like having written.” Starting to write: murder. The writing process: just fine. The finished product: the best part. It’s not a terrible gig to have, though–creating something you are proud of from scratch.
Imagine my surprise when, 25 years into my life as a writer, I realized I seriously enjoyed a different kind of writing. Perhaps this was my “meet cute” with the romance genre.
In the past, I would often read the same way that I wrote. I was in an ambitious book club. I wanted to read to learn, to understand the world, and to be informed. That’s not to say that I didn’t enjoy these things. I’ve always read for enjoyment, which is why I usually stick to fiction. But at some point, the requirements I’d put on my reading became a cage. I wasn’t enjoying it much anymore, and as a result, I kind of stopped.
I am sure “Twilight” can take some of the credit for drawing me back to romance. I picked it up out of pop culture zeitgeist curiosity, or so I told myself, and fell embarrassingly in love with it. This was NOT my normal literary fare. But I wasn’t ready to dive headfirst into romance just yet. I flirted around the edges. A historical romance here; a women’s fiction book with a prominent romantic storyline there. Then I discovered the Outlander books about 25 years later than everyone else, which was a healthy nudge (despite its author’s conviction that it’s not romance).
I realize now that I was always looking for the romance in any story, be it book, movie or TV. Mystery: I’m interested in the side story about what’s happening in the detective’s love life. Thriller: where’s the love triangle? Action/adventure: these two have to get together after all that adrenaline, right?
Then I picked up Jasmine Guillory’s “The Wedding Date” on a whim, and thought, “This is delightful. And how much fun must it have been to write?” So I decided to give it a try. And guess what? It WAS fun.
I am learning so much about the process by attempting to do it. I’ve taken courses, attended author Q&As, and started following a whole corner of Twitter that I never knew existed. I even read a bit differently. And I’ve discovered that I love these writers, these readers and this community. It’s such a supportive, funny, diverse and welcoming group. My god, a romance author even saved the 2020 election in Georgia! Seriously, I feel like these writers can do anything. Even if I never see a word published, I’m enjoying the ride.
Though the pandemic has stolen my time, my motivation, and my hours spent happily tapping away at the keyboard in coffee shops, I still enjoy every moment I have to write. As we’ve all learned this year, life is too short. Do something you love. If you enjoy the journey, then whatever success you have will be the icing on the cake.