Full Exposure

I typically shy away from almost any situation that involves what my mother used to call "tooting your own horn". By this I mean that I don't walk into a room and announce to the world--by the way, I'm an author. So I have to admit that I've found myself in some pretty unfamiliar territory of late after exposing myself in a college classroom.

No, no, get your mind out of the gutter! I do not mean that I whipped up my shirt to get some new Mardi Gras beads. What I did was encourage several individuals to pay a visit to my website. This should not be a big deal. And it wouldn't have been. Except that several of those individuals are so far outside of my target market that I think I might have taken their literary virginity. If there is such a thing.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not ashamed of being a romance author, or writing romance, or reading it, or loving it. I'm not ashamed of being fascinated by human interpersonal relationships and how we screw them up, fix them, and then screw them up again just for kicks. I love people. I love to try and figure them out. And the only thing I love more is creating a whole cast of characters who stumble and bumble their way through love and life just like real people do on a daily basis. Of course, the great thing about a romance novel is the HEA. That's right- for those of you NOT in the know, the Happily Ever After.

Having said that, I also respect the fact that not everyone I meet has any interest in the romance genre. I'm not talking about the millions of people worldwide who read romance voraciously and then deny it either, I'm talking about those who find it offensive or uncomfortable or simply distasteful. I might not agree with them, I might try to convince them otherwise, but they are entitled to their opinions.

Now, I can't be certain what category the latest visitors to my website fall into. They don't particularly strike me as haters, but there were several comments made in regards to my apparent preoccupation with love and romance. And many many comments made about the heat level of the excerpts on my website. Which, to some, might seem excessive. To others, that's called a teaser. The lesson here is that you can't please everyone, no matter what you do.

I suppose my conundrum is not the exposure of my identity (sounds like an overly dramatic plot twist, doesn't it?) The conundrum is that I felt exposed in a forum where I wasn't comfortable enough to wear both hats. I'm a student in that class, which happens to be a Communications course for my BA. I've had a few past experiences where creative writing professors have been unfriendly or even overtly critical of my papers once discovering I'd been published. One professor in particular was very harsh on the romance industry as a whole, and very derogatory in her assessment of my involvement in it. As an adult, I might feel inclined to argue my point and stand up for myself. As a student I'm well aware of who has total control over my grades.

For now, I still have several weeks of this class left to navigate. And once the initial discomfort wore off, I started to feel kind of liberated. Romance has a long history of social relativity and cultural importance. I'm proud to be a part of that. Writers push the boundaries of social convention by asking controversial questions or presenting uncomfortable topics in a fictional form that makes a reader think. So I think I'm done hiding now. Time to go for full exposure...

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Creative? Or Just Cracked?

I overheard a very interesting conversation the other day about what writers write. As it happens, this was in my normal everyday life and not necessarily my writing life. Of course you could make the argument that since my everyday life deeply affects my writing life, they're the same thing. But since I don't generally tell people that I write, I spend most of my time incognito. By the way, this is a circular argument that I've had before, with myself, and the voices in my head. Which brings me to the meat and potatoes of the conversation I mentioned up above.

A friend of mine was lamenting her favorite author's decision to move forward and release titles from a newer series instead of continuing the threads of several possible stories in a previous one. In this case it was a contemporary vs. historical situation. Although that scenario can pretty well fit any author's list of works in progress. My friend was speculating that it must be a marketing decision by the publisher. Apparently the author under discussion had posted comments on her blog stating that she'd left one series behind for another one because the new characters were so vocal about having their stories told. My friend felt like this was a ridiculous excuse. In her mind, as a reader, she couldn't understand how any grown person could claim that they wrote only what the voices in their head told them to.

Oh if she only knew!

Psst! I hear voices too! When I'm cooking, or cleaning, or working, in my sleep, in the shower... Especially in the shower! Sometimes they're whispers, like an overheard conversation. Other times its like having someone scream in my ear.

This is an old topic of conversation. I've been asked similar questions before by my own readers. How do you decide what to write? The answer is always a little vague. Sometimes I write what I want. I look at a list of ideas that I've come up with for plot, or character, or sometimes even a setting sparks a story idea. I can look at those things and mold them into a viable piece of work that will eventually become first an outline and then a manuscript. But most of the time, my stories happen because some character starts yakking away and won't stop until he or she has said their piece.

One particularly memorable example of this phenomenon happened during the creation of my erotic Sci-Fi romance, Daggertail. You can visit my website for a story synopsis and a buy link to this book, which is one of my faves. The story almost immediately shaped up to be a series of at least four if not five books. The ideas flowed pretty easily and I made tentative plans for which book would come next and what subsequent order they'd go in. Once Daggertail was complete and we'd begun the editing process, I started having dreams about one of the other characters. From that point on, Warrick Stone took on a life of his own. In fact, he's been so vocal that the entire series has changed direction. Needless to say, his book will be up and coming soon. His wasn't the only project I had committed to and I've had a helluva time setting his aside to complete other things that really needed to be done.

Now, could someone look at what I just wrote and come to the conclusion that Warrick is somehow a splintered segment of my own psyche, blah, blah, blah, and I should really get a grip? Sure! In doing that they'd be missing the whole point. Writers are writers because they view the world differently. They have the ability to step outside their own sphere for a moment and put themselves into another person's life. That's why a reader picks up a book in the first place right? Because a good author can sweep you out of your own life and drop you into someone else's with a good turn of phrase.

Just remember, a character in a book is only as real as the author makes them. So next time YOUR favorite author tells you they're hearing voices that direct their creativity, don't think they've cracked.

Why SUV's Scare Me

When I was little, I can vividly remember days when our tiny little mountain town was forced to shut down because of a big snow storm. My Dad would start up the old International truck, lock the hubs, and we'd set off through the winter wonderland to run errands of mercy for those friends who weren't fortunate enough to have a four wheel drive vehicle.

During those treks through the lumpy mounds of snow left by the plows, the only other vehicles we saw on the road were other enormous gas hogs just like ours. Their drivers, like my dad, would navigate the icy roadways at a fraction of the normal speed with almost exaggerated care. There was no speeding. There was barely any braking at all. Curves were a complex affair of wheel angles, trajectories, and maybe even a prayer or two. And going anywhere took hours. Which was okay, because it was an amazing experience to be out and about with all the big rigs and the snow plows, no other drivers in sight.

Enter the front wheel drive vehicle. Okay, so we were still tooling around in our gas guzzling tank truck with the rusted quarter panels and roaring engine. But there were a few more cars on the road. Sure, we usually wound up pulling their butts out of the ditch, but for the most part they were damn careful about what they did that might get them stuck in there to begin with. After all, a car might move a bit better when pulling itself like a toddler doing the army crawl, but it still slips around and lets you know its doing it.

Enter the SUV. Okay, so now everyone has four wheel drive. I'm not saying that some people are not capable of using it wisely, but really people, USE YOUR EFFING BRAINS! It's fantastic that Average Joe family doesn't have to be stranded at home during a snow storm. Although I have to admit that the neighborly aspect of helping someone out when they're snowed in becomes lost to modern convenience. But I get it, we're Americans. We like our cars and our independence. And dammit all to hell, a few feet of snow is not going to stop us from returning our Red Box DVD on time, or grabbing a carton of cigarettes, or picking up a dozen donuts, or (insert mundane, unnecessary activity here).

Having a truck on hand in just in my blood. My current carbon footprint stomping monster is a 3/4 ton diesel that barely needs 4WD in any weather as long as the tires are in good shape. Only the worst days keep me home from the barn where my equine friends depend on me for food and water. And I've been known to shuttle a few friends to work and such when the need arises. But I must admit that the other drivers on the road during bad weather are simply unnerving!

Those two wheel drive folks are still out there. I see them as they carefully maneuver their fishtailing vehicle at a quarter or less of the posted speed limit. Those other gas guzzler drivers are out there too, chugging down the road without any intention of hurrying. But those SUV drivers are absolutely insane!

After careful observation, I've come to the conclusion that they push the 4WD button before they even leave the warmth of their heated and insulated garages. They've got no idea the road is slippery in the least because their sport utility-can't-tell-if-its-a-car-or-a-truck-cause-it-looks-like-both seems to be flying along just great. Okay fine. So you didn't slip when you hit the gas pedal and quickly accelerated to the ten miles OVER the speed limit you travel on sunny days when the roads are dry. This does not mean your should come roaring off the highway and try to slam on the brakes at the intersection. It does not mean your should try to catch the light by turning in front of oncoming traffic. And it definitely doesn't mean you should run around changing lanes by cutting off someone and assuming they can get stopped before they run you down.

Now before you go and get your knickers in a twist and send me flaming emails about how you don't drive like that and how can I justify, encourage, and even promote the use of fossil fuel hogging monster trucks, remember that I may not be talking about your driving. Maybe I'm talking about the guy who hit you last week, or the neighbor that ran down your mailbox last month. This weather seems to BREED stupid drivers. It just seems to me that the SUV phenomenon sweeping America gives people a false sense of security.

So please, whether or not you're driving a SUV, a front wheel drive car, or even a four wheel drive monster truck, be careful out there people. Snow only looks soft until you ram your (insert vehicle make and model here) into a pile of it at forty miles an hour. After that even the snow angels have bent halos.