The question I think
all of us romance writers dread is this: “When are you going to write something real?“ This question inevitably comes from a person who hasn’t read one of my books; I answer only by smiling and suggesting they read something I’ve written, then ask me again. They never do ask. J
I love writing romance. I love reading romance, even though I’m a very happily married woman. Most romance readers are, in fact. Isn’t that neat? And yet, when let loose in a bookstore, I go to one section immediately. Romance.
For me, romance novels do a lot of things. They make me happy, for one, because their underlying message is that anyone can find true love, and that makes life better. I love those happy endings! Sometimes people criticize romance novels for being predictable, but to me, they’re not predictable—they’re a promise. Yes, the couple will end up happily ever after. They’re better for finding each other. How lovely is that?
Another thing romance novels do is let me escape. I’ve never been to France, for example, but Nancy Robards Thompson’s Angel In Provence made me feel like I lived there. Oh, the places I’ve been! Scotland (thanks, Terri!), and Texas, and Wyoming, and London…I swear, I’d know exactly where to shop in Regency London based on all the romance novels I’ve read.
Romance novels are cathartic. Oh, lordy, the tears I’ve shed over these imaginary people! It feels so good to cry for something that’s not truly happening. Sometimes, it’s easier to cry for a character than for an actual person in our lives…and those scenes unlock something in us and let us release those feelings.
And romance novels let me fall in love. In real life, I love one guy. I chose well, I’m happy to say. He brings me coffee and flowers, thinks I’m pretty, still checks me out.
But we’ve been married for 20 years, and while McIrish is many things, he’s not new. I know him better than I know anyone else on earth. Sometimes we say the same things at the same time, even. But a romance novel lets me feel the rush of new love, the magic of a first kiss, the delicious thrill of a first fight. It’s utterly delightful. And the happiness that gives me is absolutely real.
How about you? Why do you love romance novels?
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