I haven’t been blogging much lately (nor writing, for that matter). It has been an insanely busy several months at work, and honestly there is so much on my plate I’m lucky to get home, eat dinner, and say hello to my husband before collapsing into bed. To sleep, no less!
Yes, it’s been a long slog, and far from over I’m afraid. Luckily, I have some wonderful friends to support me during this tough time in my outside-of-writing career. One lovely friend of mine gave me the ideal Christmas present: a manicure and a couple of romance novels. Perfect! Just what I needed.
Nails freshly painted, I poured myself a glass of wine, curled up on the couch, and cracked open the most delicious looking romance novel. I dived into page one, read on to page two, kept going through pages five to eight… and then put that shit down. Seriously, I just couldn’t do it. Less than ten pages in, and I could already tell that this thing was so poorly written, I wouldn’t be able to finish it with my brain intact. I was bummed, because I really wanted to escape into some nice, raunchy, Texas-cowboy-themed smut. Instead, I found myself tossing it into a pile for Goodwill and grabbing a (not sexy, but at least well written) historical fiction instead.
Really, there is no excuse for bad writing. Whatever your genre, the rules still apply: Use description well and sparingly. Include dialogue that works. Don’t stretch too much for adjectives. And please, please, give the story time to bloom… don’t cram all the main characters awkwardly into the first couple pages! Especially when writing romance or erotica, where tension is everything. There are few things more disappointing than picking up a book you look forward to reading, and finding that the writing is so bad you can’t even finish chapter 1.
Enough grousing from me. I’m off to read some well-written nonfiction, and when my palate’s clean, then I’ll be ready for some erotica again. But please, let it be good!