It leaves traces, too. I was noodling through some writing last year, with the characters wandering through all kinds of situations. I could write dialogue, I could write comedy, I could write drama and sci-fi and whatnot.
Then they ran into romance, and I found myself completely out of my depth. I had *no frickin' idea* how to write even a low-key romantic arc.
First stop was the gf's extensive library, but Victorian potboilers and Jenny Everleigh (sp?) weren't exactly what I was after. Neither was the riotgrrl stuff, the Laurell K Hamilton, etc etc. (Although there was some sense of coalescence here and there, which may have helped.)
Genuine 21st-century gentle romance seems to be a bit more difficult than I assumed it would be when I let my characters wander blithely in that direction. And now I'm too stubborn to *not* figure out how to write it.
Grr. I need some "How to write romance" books. And there's a statement that would have had my teenage self backing away in horror.
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Then they ran into romance, and I found myself completely out of my depth. I had *no frickin' idea* how to write even a low-key romantic arc.
First stop was the gf's extensive library, but Victorian potboilers and Jenny Everleigh (sp?) weren't exactly what I was after. Neither was the riotgrrl stuff, the Laurell K Hamilton, etc etc. (Although there was some sense of coalescence here and there, which may have helped.)
Genuine 21st-century gentle romance seems to be a bit more difficult than I assumed it would be when I let my characters wander blithely in that direction. And now I'm too stubborn to *not* figure out how to write it.
Grr. I need some "How to write romance" books. And there's a statement that would have had my teenage self backing away in horror.