Feeling like Frosty the Snowman
For two reasons:
1. It’s kind of like my birthday, since the blog is only being born today. Kind of like Frosty every time they put the hat on him. And, now that I’ve spoiled that classic children’s cartoon on you…
2. There’s a blizzard outside that wants to come in. And I refuse to let it, but it seems to be sneaking in when I’m not looking. So, I’m hanging by the woodstove. 😀
So, when I was joking the other day with the inimitable M.C. Hana about needing a blog, she told me to set one up. And, when I threatened to call it “The Blunt Instrument” and let people’s imaginations roam, what did she say? “That sounds like a lovely name for a blog.”
Hoist with my own petard. Sigh.
So, why erotic romance? Why gay erotic romance?
The first question is easy: I haven’t laughed so much or so often as I have since I started. Not only is it fun (and it really is, you should try it!), but I’ve met an absolutely amazing group of people in the process of figuring out how to get stuff down on paper in the best way possible. And learned an amazing amount that I would never have guessed at, from an incredibly generous group. I still write other stuff and maybe someday you’ll see some of that too, but you’ll have to be good, or at least bad in the right way.
The second question is a bit harder. No, I am not male, nor am I a gay male, but if I can write a believable male character in any other genre, why not this one? And I find the relative lack of preconceived power dynamic in same sex relationships a fascinating concept to play with. Unlike hetero, where I feel like I’m in a straitjacket trying to write, I can push characters in any direction I like, as long as I haven’t already crossed off that possibility earlier in the story.
Like most authors, I haven’t personally lived all the experiences my characters go through. Start with what you know and do consistent, complete and respectful research. And by respectful, I mean you have enough respect for your characters and for your readers that you make every effort to get it right. And if that means finding someone to read your text over for errors, that’s what you do. There may still be errors, but even books coming from the big publishers will have disclaimers. You can’t be everywhere or be an expert on everything, but you do owe it to your reader to do the research, even when you’re ready to toss the computer across the room because there’s one more detail you just realized you need. (Do NOT ask me about handguns. Please.)
In other words, it’s just like any other writing. Except with sex. And gorgeous guys. That I can do awful things to and no one can stop me. Muwhahahahahaha!