Apparently, the folks out at Harlequin are starved for
Now, I'm not going to bash the romance industry--it's a gazillion dollar a year biz. But really, what does one think of when one thinks the term "romance novels"? Unfortunately, what comes to my mind are the fat, lonely old biddies who don't "get any" on a regular basis, and so it's sit at home on a Saturday night reading books and fantasizing about "what could have been".
Don't get me wrong. Before you get all insulted, I'm sure there are plenty of women out there who have a healthy sex life, who read these things. Of course, if it's really "all that", do you really need a fantasy man hiding in between the covers of a paperback book? I certainly don't. But to each their own, I guess.
My love life would certainly not have set the literary world on fire. I met my current man just before the previous one proposed to me.....at a function where people wear kilts and speak with hokey accents...wait...
Hmm. So what would I write?
No, Harlequin....you do not want me writing books for you.
But maybe some day...one day... I will start reading romance novels again....