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Why Romance? Why Not?

Why Romance? Why Not? Written by S. A. Healey
There are dayslike todaywhen I find myself on the receiving end of…

The look.

It’s the one people lay on me after learning what I do for a livingmore specifically, the fact that I write…

Wait for it…

ROMANCE.

It’s a look that evolves from…

Are you serious?

To…

No, you can’t be serious.

To…

Holy @#%&, you ARE serious.

To…

Oh, how cute. You actually think you’re a REAL writer.

And, to further drive the spike into my already fragile ego, a saccharine-laced response usually piggybacks “the look,” something along the lines of…

“Those books are okay to read if you don’t want to think too much.”

Ouch.

Unfortunately, this perplexing (and rather unwarranted) romance-is-a-subpar-genre attitude is something I’ve been running into for as long as I can remember.

There’s an assumption shared by many that neither effort nor intelligence is required to write romance novels and that their pages contain nothing but embarrassingly sappy drivel. And if you actually read them, then God help you, because you’d better be armed with one mother of a justifiable reasonnamely, your brain needing a sabbatical.

Pffft.

Personally speaking, I can tell you that reading and writing romance has nothing to do with a lack of creative depth or an unhealthy penchant for heaving bosoms and quivering loins.

By the way, 99.999% of romance imprints did away with those terms eons ago.

Fact: Romance consistently ranks as one of the top-selling literary genres.

Yet, ironically, it comes up the rear in terms of respect and credibility…which, if I’m being frank, kind of steams my clams.

Whether or not people admit it, they’re reading romance and lots of it. So, you know what I say?

Be proud!

When you’re engaged in bookish chit-chat with someone who asks you, “Why romance?” you can fire back with a simple, but effective…

“Why not?”

Then point them in the direction of a book like Pride and Prejudice and I’ll bet they never ask you that question again.

The one thing I love most about voracious romance readers is that they…just…get it. If you’re reading this right now, then chances are, you do too.

And I am so grateful to have you along!

Of course, I’m not suggesting that everyone should go gaga over romance novels, because as we all know, art in its various forms is subjective. What one gets off on the other may yawn over. It’s a matter of personal preference.

Even as a self-proclaimed sucker for all things swoon-worthy, I still enjoy dipping my eyeballs into horror, mystery, suspense, and fantasy.

Stephen King, if you’re reading this, I love you!

(Who am I kidding? There’s no chance in hell he’s reading this.)

What I’m saying is that romance deserves equal inclusion as a legitimized, stigma-free genre among its industry counterparts.

Does that mean all romance novels are worth critical acclaim? Heck no. There are some sucky ones out there for sure. But do other genres have their own share of craptastic representation? You betcha.

Again, if you follow this blog, then I’m probably preaching to the choir. Maybe you’re actually a romance writer yourself. If so, then you’re also familiar with “the look.”

There will always be people who don’t understand, or even want to, and that’s okay. Because the rest of us know that with the romance genre, there is so much more than meets the eye upon that curious first glance. It’s the type of fiction that gets into your mind and stays there, the type that explores love and intimacy from within the intricate tapestry of the human condition. It inspires hopeand yes, even change. So…

Whether you read it…or create it…

I hope it inspires you too.

If you’re proud to be a romance fan, let me know by leaving a comment. I’d love to hear from you!

Copyright © S. A. Healey

Just Another Girl (a short story/excerpt)

Just Another Girl: An Excerpt, written by S. A. Healey
The last time we spoke—or rather, when I jabbed at my keyboard with my heart in my throat, as he went from annoyed to ambivalent to appeasing in the blink of a cursor—that’s when I knew it was nothing. It, meaning us. It, meaning me.

I wept about it, still, when I was alone and that great swell would hit—the pain buoyant despite its weight, though it tried like hell to sink. Oh how it tried. And humiliation loomed like a scud hurling stones, each squall a reminder I was just another girl—a filament—a spec in the wind.

He’d broken something inside of me, yet he remained unscathed—content in the procurement of pretty distractions. His eyes roved. His hands roamed. He kept his pulse wet in borderline jailbait. He never stopped pursuing. Never stopped moving.

Yet I was deeply rooted to the love I felt…and something else.

Hate.

I wanted nothing more than to mute him with all the music and cloak him in all the static, to lay upon his empty words and sleep until I vanished. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

So I breathed. I ate. I lived.

But I was not alive.*

*The above excerpt comes from a story I’m working on for National Novel Writing Month. Best of luck to all those who are taking part. Keep writing and may the words flow freely. 🙂

Copyright © S. A. Healey

Birth of a Story

BirthOfAStory, Written by S. A. Healey
A writer can pull a story idea from any number of sources: a personal experience, a news article, a favorite song, or even another existing story (usually spun into “fan fiction”). Or, in some cases, a story premise or even just a single scene may come to fruition without warning, popping into the head of a writer at random, prompting him or her to rush to a computer to bang those initial thoughts out on the keyboard before they become lost forever.

That’s what happened to me. Having nearly completed my first novel, Empty Me Out, it’s hard to believe that it all started with one random idea – a single climactic, dramatic scene. I didn’t think anything of the idea at first, even hesitated to write it down. But, after swimming around in my head for nearly 24 hours, I knew I just had to lay it out and see if maybe I had something there to build on.

And build on it I did. I constructed the entire story around that one initial scene, which ironically, was the story’s ending. Eight months and 25 chapters later, I find myself sitting on a near complete story and an enormous sense of accomplishment. The experience has been incredibly rewarding, reconnecting me with my passion for writing and a lifelong dream of becoming a legitimate novelist. I’m about to start work on my second novel, which I plan to publish upon it’s completion. It is an exciting time in my life to say the least.

And it all started with a single idea. Never in a million years would I have imagined it opening up a whole new world.

What about you? How have your stories come to life? And did writing your ideas down teach you anything about yourself? I’d love to hear from you!

Thanks for reading!

Copyright © S. A. Healey