|Why romance? What is it about the romance genre that attracts you as a writer? As a
I’ve looked at this subject for close to a week now, turned it around and around in my tired
brain then let it cook for a while. I even started writing one reply, but it wasn’t right. On the
surface it’s the love of the HEA (Happily Ever After) – but you can find HEA in almost any
genre – “With the vampire legion vanquished, they all lived happily ever after”; “The mystery
was solved and they all lived happily ever after”; “He ran those durn varmints outta town and
they all lived happily ever after”. Why the romance HEA? What is it about a man and a woman
meeting, falling in love and living “happily ever after” that pulls me like no other story can?
It’s that thing called love. I think, for the majority of people, its human nature to love and
want to be loved back. It’s one of the two most profound emotions that can universally be
understood, no matter the language. It knows no boundaries, color, religion, etc. Love just
is, in its simplest form, the greatest human emotion God gave us. And when used in its
purest form it can do some wondrous things.
When I first began on the writing journey many years ago, I admit that I was ashamed to say
that I wanted to write romance. I’d give the old “well, I’m going to start in the romance genre
because look at all of the big authors who have come out of there” speech and then add
how I had a mystery/horror/sci-fi thing that I was working on for when I got around to the
“real” writing. I’m not ashamed of it anymore. How can you be ashamed of something that
leaves the reader feeling good? Why must you write about human tragedies with no positive
ending in order to be accepted in the literary sense? Must everything be about death?
Take the movie The Titanic. Some would say it was a wonderful love story, not me. It was a
tragedy. The hero died. There’s nothing romantic about that, no HEA. Wonderful movie, but
not a great romance. I’m one of those people who doesn’t like Gone With the Wind. Why?
He leaves. What’s romantic about that? In a romance, if there’s tragedy, there’s triumph, and
at the end of the journey, there’s love. Nothing wrong with that, nothing at all. Some people
look at romance as fluff, and there is a lot of fluff out there. At the end of a frantic day,
sometimes fluff is exactly what is needed. It lets the mind relax and the endorphins flow –
that, and a margarita, will get you through anything. But what people don’t realize is that
there are a lot of intense and emotional stories on the shelves too, stories about people
with scars so deep they don’t feel they’re worthy of love – but through the magic of a
romance the enchantment begins, scars healed. I’ll take a romance over any other book any