Not For Me

Things in the world of romance writing that are not up my alley:

Vampires. Ew, these are dead bloodsucking corpses, not sex objects. Vampires make me think of I Am Legend, the dead shambling neighbor yelling, "Come out, come out!" as Neville frantically reinforces his hellish fort. Shudder.

Werewolves. Once again, these are not sex objects - these are dogs. Dogs. Bleah.

Elves, fairies, pixies, whatever - I think the fantasy really boils down to an inhuman mate. What is it about inhuman mates? Is it the fact that it is "more" than a person? Is it the "from two different worlds" plot? I interpret it as the fantasy of not actually having to deal with another person, hence no in-laws, dead-end jobs, socks on the floor, keys locked in the car, trips to the store for tampons, or stupid arguments over putting the ketchup in the fridge.

I like actual people, so this is not for me. No dissing anyone, though, because I'm in the minority these days, and the werewolf stuff is selling like crazy.

Erotica is also huge. I can't read that much sex, but I have to say it's way cool to see these writers doing their thing. Women... writing about sex... and writing about liking it? We love to bitch and complain but do we really appreciate how good we have it? There are places in the world that believe in burqas and clitorectomies and stoning adulteresses to death. Here, we get to write about sex in whatever dirty terms we like, and make careers out of it. The Christian writers and the Erotica writers need to grow up and get along, because we're a sisterhood.

Back to the grind,
Abby