Thursday, February 26, 2015

Romance?

I had the most interesting discussion with someone on the subject of romance novels.

"Come on and kiss de Girl"

Based on that discussion, I thought I'd see what others had to say about what is or is not a 'Romance Novel'. Some of the language seems to rule out LesFic or Gay Romance; I don't necessarily agree with that. A romance is a romance.

I write across genres, depending on the story. However, I have two romances: The Orphan's Tale and The Safeguard, both set in the 19th century, one in Paris, the other in 1864 Georgia. They are love stories; one ends with a kiss, the other with the heroine rising to stand, beaming, as her returning lover rides across the lawn toward her.

That said, here are some definitions:

This blog post from a while back has a definition I endorse:
A story about the growing love relationship between a couple that has an HEA ending. There may be other elements, but the love relationship and its progression should be the focus. Because of this, there should not be lengthy separations between the lead characters. There should be, however, an emotional bond with the reader that develops out of their story, and it doesn't matter whether the bond is laughter or tears or a strong sense of lust.
Another, quoted there, says:
A romance is just like any other type of fiction out there; it can be mystery, suspense, science fiction, historical, western, comedy, even horror. The only differences are that the story concentrates on the relationship between the lead male and female, and the book is guaranteed a happy ending."

RWA (Romance Writers of America) are a little more limited:

Two basic elements comprise every romance novel: a central love story and an emotionally satisfying and optimistic ending.

A Central Love Story: The main plot centers around individuals falling in love and struggling to make the relationship work. A writer can include as many subplots as he/she wants as long as the love story is the main focus of the novel.

An Emotionally Satisfying and Optimistic Ending: In a romance, the lovers who risk and struggle for each other and their relationship are rewarded with emotional justice and unconditional love.

Romance novels may have any tone or style, be set in any place or time, and have varying levels of sensuality-ranging from sweet to extremely hot. These settings and distinctions of plot create specific subgenres within romance fiction.
Finally, there is this summation:

A novel is generally considered to be romance fiction if:

1.A love story is central to the plot - The main idea of the story must be that two people who are in love must struggle through obstacles to their having a relationship. While their can be sub-plots (job, family, etc.), the love story must be the main element that drives the narrative. And...

I love you, I love you, I love you - I do!  But don't get excited:  I love monkeys, too!
2.The ending is emotionally satisfying and optimistic - The appeal of the romance novel for many is that the struggles of the lovers are rewarded and the risks they take pay off in a happy ending for them both.


A romance novel may be a one-off ("single title"), or it may be part of a series. Within the parameters of the romance novel, there are many romance subgenres, which yield endless variations in: 
*Timeframe - Romance novels can be set in the past (historical); the present (contemporary); or even the future. 

Most normal men would opt for armor...
*Setting - Whether the Scottish Highlands or a made-up universe or even Topeka, romance novels can be set anywhere. The story can take place during a family reunion or a murder investigation (which would put it in the romantic suspense subgenre).  

Sand in swim trunks: the essence of romance!
*Hero - He can be an "average guy" (as long as he looks better-than-average with his shirt off); a man in uniform (whether military, fireman... or kilt); or not even a "man" at all, as happens in the popular paranormal subgenre ("Hello, Werewolf!").
 *Tone - The sexual explicitness of romance novels ranges from demurely warm (the inspirational genre is generally not explicit) to hot and steamy... to super-sizzling.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Uh...  No.
The Sheik springs   to mind as a very good illustration.  Women were swooning over that book in the 1920's.  Having read it, myself, I have to say that it is an excellent illustration of The Stockholm Syndrome, and I do wish that Diana (no relation) had had the gumption to brain him and his spineless buddy with something very heavy.  Several hot-sellers from the 70's, in which the woman is repeatedly raped (and just loves it) do  not, to my mind, qualify as romances, but nevertheless fit the various descriptions, though (to my mind) with one or two of them, the HEA (Happily Ever After) consists of being stuck with the Nasty One, whether male or female, for the rest of their life.   

I think this is a topic that is not going to go away, and I tend to enjoy listening to the arguments.  Besides, when has the presence of romance, in whatever form, *not* lent spice to a story?

 

Friday, February 20, 2015

Celebrations February 20, 2015 - Winter, wolves, polar bears and cats with scarves

Welcome to the February 20 edition of the Celebrating the Small Things blog hop, started by VikLit and now run by Lexa Cain, our fearless new leader and her two wonderful co-hosts L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge
Katie @ TheCyborgMom

Howdy, Neighbor! Where's the food??
Today I am celebrating the fact that my roof has not caved in and I have not encountered an angry polar bear.  At least not yet.  In view of the arctic temperatures southern New England has been *cough* enjoying over the past month, I expect a migration that may rise to the level of Attila the Hun's campaigns.  In fact, the drifts are so high, I have a strong suspicion that the pile of snow left by my terrible foe, the snow plow, especially by the mailbox, is housing a family of polar bears, or at least timber wolves (who are wondering, poor dears, when they may expect the caribou to arrive).
You...did say there were caribou here??

At least they are quiet.  By day.

I have learned that we will get rain on Sunday with temperatures in the 'forties, but I have every confidence in the blessings of nature and winter that the temperature will drop down into the sub-zero zones, allowing the wolves and polar bears to practice their ice skating.  The bright side is that I will have a source for financial gain, since I suspect people might pay money to see skating polar bears.  Or not.  It's cold.  However, if they do come to watch, and

they are as obnoxious as some of the folks who have come through here within the past several months, I truly believe that the bears, who are known to be somewhat crusty with pushy humans, will thin the ranks of the cretins and make life much easier for me, over all.  If I can train them and the wolves to scoop litter boxes my life will be enviable. 



The REAL snow queen!
Frida  and the cats can whip them into shape!  (note the pile left by the snow plow, in the back Left of the photo!)

So what are you  celebrating today?  (enjoy them, and enjoy your weekend!)




Saturday, February 14, 2015

Happy Valentine's Day! (A post from Frida)


Good evening, all.  I'm Frida, Mom's little cat (she has another, who is nearly 19 and a total doofus)  She has mentioned me once or twice, calling me a 'Writer's Block', which is not funny.

At the moment Mom is outside with a pickaxe:
Mom's Ice Removal Implement
 a snow shovel:
There  has to be a better way to exercise...

Paddock Boots (designed for winter riding)

Oh la-la!  Ceux sont tellement chic!
And an excellent vocabulary to use in addressing the Snow plows that come by and bury the driveway just as she has finished shoveling:

This truck appears to be named 'You Blasted STINKER!'

Since she is otherwise occupied, I will simply extend what I know are her wishes for a happy Valentine's day for all who celebrate it.  I regret that all I have is a Valentine she did of me and a friend.  But the thought is there.

And here it is: 




...oh, dear...  She just came stamping in, kicked off her boots and said something through her teeth about writing a fight scene!

Friday, February 13, 2015

Celebrations, February 13, 2015



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Welcome to the February 13 edition of the Celebrating the Small Things blog hop, started by VikLit and now run by Lexa Cain, our fearless new leader and her two wonderful co-hosts L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge
Katie @ TheCyborgMom

When I was fairly young, perhaps 16, I read a book by Robert Raynolds with the title The Sinner of Saint Ambrose.

Don't tell a sixteen-year-old this, but that age is rather young.  I thought I knew all sorts of things and have, over the years, realized that I certainly do not, which is a good thing.
The book which, if you ignore the rather wretched cover, was excellent - a tapestry of far-flung travels, the crumbling Roman Empire, Saint Augustine before he mellowed, Stilicho the Vandal, and other historic characters told in a human way while somehow keeping their legendary feel.  The narrator's voice, overlying it with the feel of a man thinking back from very old age, gave the story an almost dreamlike feel... "Ah yes...  This is how it was...  I remember it well..."   I do think I need to purchase another copy and reread it.

I underlined all through it, every time something struck me.  There was a lot of green ink (my favorite color at that time) throughout it.  My favorite quote from author Robert Raynolds was:

The Wonder of Life is Composed Mostly of Trivia.

I'm not sure why I underlined that at the age of 16 years.  Maybe I had a flash of perception.  At any rate, I think Mr. Raynolds was right.  Those things that make our lives the most wonderful are the ones that come to us day by day.  The driver smiling at me as I inch my car forward to allow her room to go into a parking lot.  The pre-dawn sky that I see through oak branches.  The taste of a cup of hot tea first thing in the morning.  The sudden weight of my 19 year old goofball of a cat as he lands on my lap, curls up, and blinks up at me with myopic affection, his white whiskers against his black self lending an air of dignity that is most misleading.

Friday afternoons, watching the work week wind down and realize that I can open my eyes at 5:30 AM (when I usually get up) smile, and turn over for another couple hours' sleep.

So I'm celebrating the trivial things as well as the Work In Progress that is drawing near completion, the prospect of doing a beta-read this weekend, and the new recipe I found for Vietnamese-style grilled pork (which I may use with hanger steak...).

...and I should also add that I am finalizing my post responding to two 'Very Inspiring Blogger' awards.  I had to wait till I stopped blushing.  The response and the tagging have been fun.  Wait and see!

So what are you  celebrating today?  (enjoy them, and enjoy your weekend!)




Wednesday, February 4, 2015

IWSG February 4, 2015





The Insecure Writer's Support Group

The first Wednesday of the month is the time for the Insecure Writer's Support Group blog hop. This is the once-a-month blog hop started by Alex J. Cavanaugh .

IWSG = Insecure Writers' Support Group (click for the link).  We share our insecurities and support each other with empathy, sympathy and  practical suggestions. 

Visit the site - and visit the co-hosts:
Gwen Gardner, Dolorah, Sarah Foster, and M. Pax!

This month I'm talking about 'Clone Wars'.  Not the Star Wars type.  I mean the fear people have about copying others.  Bec0ming too much like others, losing their sense of who they, themselves, are.  Getting overwhelmed by something that causes them to lose their voices.

We are told that writers need to read.  That writers who do not read end up shriveling up and blowing away.  So we must read.  Read a lot, read widely, read to enjoy, read to learn, read in order to learn how to write, much as an apprentice used to sit and watch the Master make a masterpiece.

And at the same time, we are cautioned against plagiarism.  Now, I am absolutely against plagiarism.  I have seen some shocking examples lately from groups that expose plagiarism.  Often, someone has cut and pasted something from fanfiction.  You can't do things  like that.  It is illegal, immoral and stupid.  But what of the person who encounters a way of looking at things, a way of describing things, that he or she embraces wholeheartedly and seeks to imitate.  Not copy: imitate.

 

But what if you find something so overpoweringly fabulous, you end up lost in it, overwhelmed by it,  transfixed by it to the point that you can't say what you want to say, feel as you think you ought.  You are stunned, almost like someone who has fallen in love at first sight.  I remember the almost stammering reaction I had to the magnificent end of the third episode of Star Wars  (not the prequels - don't get me started on them).  I felt breathless.

So...  it could be bad.  But it could be good.  Okay, I get that - but why is it so important?  What could I possibly gain from that - and what do I stand to lose?
 
What do you stand to lose?
 
I think of the great books I've read, some of which are actually acknowledged to be great books. Watership Down, Eagle in the Snow, The Lord of the Rings, The Rose of Old St. Louis (not a classic book, but an indispensable), The Dean's Watch, Green Dolphin Street,  and many more.  They made me see things with new eyes, to stand back and evaluate how I felt about tings, what moved me.  Some left me breathless.  With each of them I felt as though I were looking at my world through new eyes. 
Did I feel overwhelmed?  Not really.  I think it was more a feeling of finding what was right, what was true. 
I found a quote I love:
"Expose yourself to excellence, and you will be excellent. Expose yourself to mediocrity, and you will be mediocre. Read the right books, watch the right shows, eat the right foods and engage with the right people. The rest is just a distraction from excellence."