I’ve tried to hide the truth, but my first novel, Soul Lost, just went live on Kindle, so now the truth is out.
There I said it.
I have been trying to avoid it, trying to ignore it, trying to obscure it so that I can get respect from other writers. I want to be a real writer, darn it! I want to become a type: a “Tolkien” type; a “George RR Martin” type; a “Dan Brown” type; a “Bronte” type; an “Austen” type.
Wait a minute, the last two are still in reach. They were also romantics: successful, respected romantics.
In honor of the launch of Soul Lost, I am going to blog this next week about romance: how it fits into my writing; why I love it and what my favorites are; how it is written best (IMHO of course); and its proud tradition.
I am still really and truly a writer of fantasy. Although I have written a thing or two without romance, I have never written anything without fantastic elements. I’m all about escape, about providing respite for a weary soul, particularly mine.
So there you have it–it’s time to ‘fess up.