Why I Write What I Write, Part 2

This is the second half of an essay I was asked to write for a book (North American Romance Writers) fourteen years ago. Nothing I wrote then about my own writing has changed, except that computers have gotten much faster and eReaders how make it possible for all my earlier books to be discovered by new readers. Right now, “The Rake and the Spinster”–a novella I wrote in the early ’90′s, is selling really well on Amazon. It’s a great time for writers and readers!

From the book:

My own heroines are nearly always outsiders. They were tossed into a world quite different from the one they had known or forced from an early age to fend for themselves. They are scared but unbowed. Often, they must assume personalities and roles totally unlike their real characters in order to survive.

For example, Clare, a vicar’s daughter left with two young stepbrothers to support (Lady in Blue) tries every one of the few options open to her before agreeing to become an earl’s mistress. Glenys (Raven’s Bride) has resorted to highway robbery for equally compelling reasons.

But lucky for Glenys and Clare, they meet the right man at the right time. So does every heroine in every romance novel, even if the “meeting” involves a new awareness of a man she has long known, or reconciliation with a former enemy/husband/lover. One way or another, the hero and heroine come together at a point where each must change course.

This is the essence of the romance fantasy, I believe. The right man for every woman does exist, at least in stories, and the hero and heroine confront circumstances that force them to come to terms with each other. They cannot escape one another, even if they try. Personal flaws and conflicting goals put them into opposition, even as elemental physical attraction and growing mutual respect draw them together.

Of course, encountering the “right man” is not a solution to any but the most superficial problems a heroine confronts. She knows better than to expect happiness to ride up on a white stallion. Indeed, the meeting usually leads to more trouble for both characters.

But once they meet, there is no question that these two individuals will commit to each other. That’s part of our contract with the reader, perhaps the essence of that contract. I’m always amazed when readers (a great many of them!) tell me they skim the last few pages of a romance before buying it, “just to make sure.” They want an optimistic ending, one that comes close to the promise of happy every after, and they don’t quite trust us to deliver it. They check.

Maybe they suspect  that we writers sometimes long to deal with the warts and hazards of Real Life, to the point we discuss among ourselves whether our readers are ready to accept an ending where the lovers part (as in the best-selling non-romance Bridges of Madison County.)

“Love ’em and leave ’em is more purely a male fantasy, which women don’t mind sampling now and again. Perhaps they accept that story line more easily when it is written by a man. In any case, few genre romance novels have explored love stories that end with separation, although many more may do so in the future.  Authors will always be alert to reader demands and expectations.

But I don’t expect the desire for a happy ending to change any time soon. A more realistic challenge for romance writers in the next couple of decades is to fulfill women’s cherished fantasies, even the most primal and unlikely fantasies, while adapting to the new awareness women have of themselves.

As always, the “luck” factor will be a major component of any romance novel. Women who haven’t met the man of their dreams continue to dream what might happen or what might have been. Women who have found their life-mate appreciate their good fortune and respond to the struggle involved in holding a relationship together.

The public perception is that romance novels are formulaic and therefore dull. In fact, romance authors write to a simple pair of guidelines. One is fairly limited: by the last chapter, the lovers have committed to each other and to sharing the future.

The other guideline allows for nearly infinite variations—homespun rural families, medieval knights and ladies, gunslingers and proper schoolmarms, ghost stories, futuristic worlds, vampires, corporate executives and sexy plumbers (gender ay vary in either directions), murder mysteries, time travel . . . virtually any story line is possible. But always, the focus is on the hero-heroine relationship. All else is secondary and careful woven into the core or what makes a romance a romance—the love story.

As an author, I don’t consider myself the least bit experimental or ground-breaking. True, I enjoy dancing on the edges and prefer slightly off-beat plots and characters. I’m particularly fond of opposites-attract stories: handsome rake/prim spinster (like Lord Keverne and Maggie in “The Rake and the Spinster”)—such an innovative title! Older woman/younger hero, or high-stickler aristocrat/untamed commoner heroine, or two enemies meeting for the first time. Trouble from the start. In Gwen’s Ghost, the physically dead hero and the emotionally dead heroine find redemption and new life with one another.

At heart, though, all my books center on the essential humanity of the characters. Even the dead ones. If I do anything slightly unusual, and I can scarcely claim a distinction because many others do the same, it comes in the mingling of comedy and tragedy in my stories.

I wrote my grad school dissertation on Shakespeare’s tragicomedies and have always been fascinated by the particular emotional interplay between humor and pain. I like the mix of high stakes and folly. Not “comic relief,” which is a whole different thing but the true-to-life interweaving of good and bad, funny and heartbreaking, hope and despair. My goal is to write books that cause readers to laugh aloud at some points and reach for the Kleenex box at others.

Invariably, my heroes and heroines have a sense of humor and an appreciation of life’s absurdities. If they take themselves too seriously, they soon get their comeuppance. But they also suffer, profoundly. They confront formidable obstacles. They may be driven to kill. They may offer to exchange their immortal souls for the beloved’s happiness. Or, they may watch people they love die violent deaths (not a frequent occurrence!). I never plan these torments or deaths. When the moment comes, I know what I have to do. By then, the characters are in control, and I’m just following along, putting what they are doing into words. It is so kewl when that happens, and often scary.

These are the extremes, to be sure, although I’ve written all these scenarios and others like them. A critiquer once asked me, after reading the first few chapters of Raven’s Bride, if the book was supposed to be serious or funny. The answer was—Yes!

Frankly, major characters who lack a sense of humor bore me senseless. Not as a reader, because I enjoy all sorts of stories within the few hours it takes to read a book. A three-hankie angst-ridden story or a love ’n‘ laughter romp both suit me fine. Romance novels are so varied that readers can find books for every mood an inclination.

But as a writer, I spend months, not hours, with my characters. Humor, intelligence, curiosity, a willingness to defy rules, and a deep-seated integrity seem to be hallmarks of the heroes and heroines I admire. Mind you, they have great flaws to match their virtues and a lamentable tendency to get themselves into trouble. They suffer. They care. They never give up.

One line, from a poem by Rainer Maria Rilke, is always in my mind when I am creating a hero and a heroine. It is the greatest challenge each one of them faces and the heart of every story I tell:

“You must change your life.”

 

The Writer’s Life (Lynn Kerstan)

I’m not sure why this image captures the craziness of this writer business. Perhaps it’s because the “Story Imaginer” is a calm little mouse, and the “Actual writer-downer of the story understand that all the things swirling in her mind and emotions can never be captured, not adequately, in mere words.

Because I’m still having problems with posting here, especially with pictures, I’ll stick to text for a time. Twenty-some years ago, when I was caring for my terminally ill mother, I was desperately in need of something to take my mind off the misery of it all. Out of nowhere, a friend said, “Why don’t you write a romance novel?” I immediately perked up. A romance novel. How hard could that be? After three years of making every mistake a brand new fiction writer could make, I found out. But the endless, unpublishable mess that was the Book of My Apprenticeship taught me how to write a decent story, a Regency romance that I sent over the transom to a publisher. Two weeks later, I had my first sale. Ten years later, the publishers of a book, North American Romance Writers, invited me to contribute an essay. Of all those invited, I was pretty much the only author I’d never heard of.

It got me to thinking about how I came to romance fiction and why it fit me like a surgeon’s gloves. So I thought I’d share with you my essay about how and why an academic, a teacher of “The Great Works,” wound up writing romance novels and found a home there. Here’s the first part of the story, which took place back in the late ’60′s.

In Praise of Love and Folly

One glorious summer, when I was in Stratford-upon-Avon for an intensive Shakespeare study course, a fellow student handed me a Georgette Heyer novel. “You’ll like this,” she said.

And oh, how right she was! Between classes, often during classes, I devoured every Heyer novel to be found. The Regency era came alive for me just when I was supposed to be immersed in the Elizabethan age and, ever since, two of the most fascinating periods in English history have been inextricably connected in my mind.

Reading romance novels for the first time gave me a whole new perspective on the women in Shakespeare’s plays, particularly the gallant heroines like Rosalind and Viola. Forces to make new lives for themselves, they defied adversity with imagination, intelligence, daring, and an unfailing sense of humor. Definitely the stuff of romance-novel heroines.

A few academic critics insist that the intrepid Rosalinds and Violas are somehow diminished when they fall in love. But how so? The early stages of love are often characterized by insecurity and foolish behavior, and this is scarcely an experience peculiar to women. Benedick in Much Ado About Nothing, a stubborn, strong-minded man if ever there was one, is deliciously silly when love sweeps him off his feet.

Shakespeare, bless him, was an equal-opportunity playwright. Men and women love wisely, jealously, blindly, or stupidly. In like measure, they succeed or meet with disaster. They are weak and strong; raucous and shy; compliant and defiant; capable and faltering; loving and murderous. By creating female characters as richly textured and varied as the males, Shakespeare empowered women in the most important way—he made them fully human.

Of course, he also wrote within the mental, social, and practical limits of the society in which he lived. We who write historical romances face similar boundaries, particularly in the choices open to our heroines. For most of history, those have been rigidly circumscribed.

Women have been treated as chattel. They have been forbidden to own property; considered too weak-brained to have a say in matters of significance; considered deserving of a perfectly legal beating should they step out of line. Women were not worth educating. They lacked souls! Yes, people (not necessarily including the women) proclaimed that for many centuries.

Even now, women are the victims of cultural traditions most of us find impossible to comprehend. They are beaten for going unveiled in public; their sexual parts are mutilated; they are denied education or the right to hold a job. What we imagine has been left behind, in more barbaric or unenlightened ages, continues all around us.

No wonder that women seek validation of their worth and escape from their frustrations by reading romance novels. Foreign markets are drawing millions of new readers to our books because they offer hope. Our heroines, wherever and whenever they live, dream wonderful dreams. Not a one of them ever settles for the life she had before Page One.

Working within the parameters of early nineteenth-century English society, which I have done so far, brings special challenges and rewards. There is a perception among some that the Regency was an era of strict rules for proper females, and so it was—in theory. But those rules were never so strictly enforced, or punished in the breaking of them, until the Victorian period.

The Regency was very like the Elizabethan age—a time of eccentrics, licentiousness, experimentation, social upheaval, and great fun. There were strict rules on the surface, of course, so that everyone felt secure playing the same game. But all hell was breaking loose under the polite covers, which I expect has been true throughout history.

Peoples is peoples. They do the same things they have done since they walked erect and felt the fullness of human passions. While historical romance writers must take into account the times, places, and imperatives under which their characters live, the essential humanity of men and women is constant. So are most of the ways they relate to one another.

We go seriously wrong when we allow generalized concepts about a given society or time period to victimize our characters. Strong individuals have always triumphed over their circumstances or learned to manipulate those circumstances to advantage. Even characters who choose to conform do so willingly, either because it is right for them or because they sacrifice their own preferences for a greater good.

We celebrate individuality, male and female. Romance novels tell the stories of strong people or of people who learn to be strong. The others do not concern us. Well, yes, we do give our sisters more latitude than many of our sisters ever had. We let them meet men who value their strengths and ambitions. But otherwise, we cut them no slack.

To be continued….

 

 

Collaborating Without Getting Shot, Part 1 (Alicia Rasley)

Alicia Rasley

 

Thanks to Lynn Kerstan for inviting me to guest blog here today and tomorrow! I decided to tell you all the dirt I have on her—No! I forgot. I’m supposed to tell you about our history of collaboration in fiction-writing. We’ve written two books together (one won a RITA award), and are embarking on some new linked novellas.

Lynn and I first “met” online, when we were both on the GEnie network (one of those Internet roundtables in the dark ages before the Web, when we had to get online through the phone at 24 baud a second, using only flints to light our candles). We were both writing Regencies, and the Romex roundtable on GEnie was rife with Regency writers discussing the important issues. (Example: Did men really sign dancecards to claim a dance at a ball?)

Lynn and I are remarkably similar while being almost complete opposites. I mean, she’s had this exciting life—travel, cruises, high-stakes bridge (ask her about her time with Omar Sharif), gambling, hot cars, hotter men… and here I am with my boring little Midwestern life. (But actually, I like boring. I am not good with change, something that should make my husband grateful.) However, in intriguing ways, we’re a lot alike. We both grew up Catholic and went to parochial school, though she went to a posh one high above San Diego Harbor, while my school was in a ramshackle house in Boston and had to close after my family (eight children) moved to Virginia and took half the students away.

We both studied literature in grad school, though she was a Shakespearian (this gets important later :) , and I studied American lit.  We had a similar tendency to plunge drastically into love with certain writers and books (Dorothy Dunnett got passed back and forth between us). We both wrote Regencies, but mine were all about the relationships and the slang, while she liked to take her characters on rollicking adventures. And while I always loved my heroes and treated them gently, Lynn liked to shoot them at least once every book.

Poetic Justice, starring a Librarian and an Adventurer

We didn’t have much contact online until I mentioned that I wanted to write a book where the hero (John, a secondary character from Royal Renegade) found some rare book and love too. (Hey, my heroes have adventures too! They can find books!) Lynn, who had actually handled Shakespeare Folios when she worked at the Folger Library, mentioned in an email that I might want to look into the playscript of Sir Thomas More, part of which was purportedly written in Shakespeare’s own hand. Whoa! That sent me off into the rabid swamps of Shakespearian denialists, who think someone else (usually Francis Bacon) wrote the plays.  Within a few days, her wise counsel had led to a real plot, in which John really does have an adventure allying with Jessica to save this manuscript from the destruction planned by an evil “Baconist” librarian.

So I owe that book to Lynn! It is, by the way, Poetic Justice, and it’s available now on Kindle. Really. Lynn inspiration. Shakespeare denial. Evil librarian. Aren’t you scared?

Lynn and Alicia on an ice floe (aka our writing careers)

Our Motto: Too Close to Call! (Maggie)

Ladies and Gentlemen, what we have here is a tie.

It’s too close right now at this redhot moment, to call our motto decided upon, so I’m going to keep taking votes until the end of the day today, and tonight, I swear to God, by 9 PM, I am going to post the winner Storybroads Tagline. So you can keep those votes coming today (Thursday, 7/22) until 9 PM.

And now I’m going to blog to you about three hugely important things that are happening for me in the coming few days.

First, July 26th is the anniversary of my first date with my soulmate. We have a bigger anniversary to celebrate now–the date we finally moved in together, and we’ve agreed that we want to make that our official “anniversary” from now on, but this year, we’re celebrating both.

Side note–the date we moved in together was the week of October 15th, 2009. And it happened so gradually, that there’s no way to actually pinpoint a date. I distinctly remember though, that after our weekend at camp, that very weekend, when Lance and Dozer both got sick with E-coli, (romantic weekend, that one! NOT) but I do remember in the week after that, posting to my girlfriends, “I think we’re living together.” So we picked October 15th as the date to celebrate our cohabitation. Which means I’ll get another great present then.

I’m also getting a great present now, however. An ipad!!!!! With the keyboard/charging dock!!!! And Lance was feeling pretty badly that it wouldn’t arrive until after I leave on a big trip this coming Tuesday, but the Fates intervened and it’s actually going to be here tomorrow!!!! I’m so thrilled with this present. He always gets me just what I want, even when I don’t know what that is yet. But more important than the gifts, is how good we are together. We are truly very happy and that is just worth more than anything else there is.

Okay, second big thing happening in my life this coming week: The release of my fiftieth book. Fiftieth. 50th! That’s counting only my full length novels. There are twenty or maybe thirty novellas and other short forms too, but 50 full length novels. I can hardly believe it. It seems like just yesterday I was writing my first, praying someone would buy it. (They didn’t. They bought my fourth.) This is a very big deal for me, and I’m overjoyed. It’s also the book that features Dozer, the best dog I’ve ever had, (please don’t tell Daisy and Niblet–I adore them too, but Dozer is just . . . different.) He plays “Freddy” in this book and is practically a main character. So that’s huge for me too. You can buy here, and if this link isn’t clickable, it’s because my Firefox was acting wonky this morning. There are clickable links at my website and Facebook pages, and you can cut & paste this one if you want.

http://www.amazon.com/Kill-Me-Again-Maggie-Shayne/dp/077832804X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1279805720&sr=8-1

And thirdly, this coming week is the Romance Writers Convention in Orlando. At Disney World. I mean, come on. Is the Universe lining things up just for me this week, or what? I get to go to Disney? And call it work? A business trip? And my new iPad is arriving in time to go with me?

Can my life get any better? Oh, you better believe it can. I’m already making a list of new things wish for, to dream about, to allow into my experience. Every one of them utterly delicious!

You should try it sometime! It’s the best way to live.