Tuesday, September 12, 2006
I've been thinking about Women's Fiction lately. You know what I'm talking about -- books about women, their friends, how they overcome obstacles, the kind of junk that happens to women in their lives.
I used to think I wanted to write Women's Fiction. I don't think I do any more. Why?
Because I've been there.
I was skimming a book that talked about a woman blindsided by a cheating husband.
Hmm. Been there.
I skimmed one about three friends who go off and experience a wild weekend.
Yep. Been there (years ago).
I was skimming one about a woman who was struggling with cancer and other health issues.
Yep. Had a friend who struggled, I can relate to that.
You get the drift. Here's the conclusion I've come to -- I don't want to rehash what's happened in my life. And I'm at a certain age where I've experienced quite a bit (heck, just look at the plots of some of my books).
I want FICTION. I want to relax. I want to smile and relate to characters and just hang out with them. I don't want to re-experience all the angst of my life. That's probably why I like writing paranormals and my 'cozy/sexy mysteries' (I should call those the XYZ mysteries since I manage to work in 3 of the least-used letters in the English language when describing them).
Anyway -- I want FICTION.
Calgon, take me away.