How Words of Hate become Hands of Hate

There is actually a chapter in Dreamweaver called “Hands of Hate.”

I was trying to keep my blog down to one post a day, but now this is on my mind, so I have to write about it, and then I’m going back to my life.

I think the real reason I gave up writing Dreamweaver — my story about a transgender woman with magical powers — is because I just don’t feel like dealing with all the shit that will probably come with being a cisgender woman and daring to write a story about a transgender woman. I just . .  . don’t feel like being attacked, trolled, and harassed all because I created a wonderful transwoman warrior one day and decided to share her with the world while at the same time not being transgender myself.

One day, I was writing the story, and I kept thinking how if I didn’t do it right . . . I don’t know.  I still intend to try finishing the story, but I don’t look forward to people’s responses. It’s something I’ll just have to face. If you want to tell a story, you have to face the consequences of telling a story. I swear writers are the only creatives who have to be punished for what they do, perhaps because there is so much power in words.

Which brings me to my point.

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Before Edward Cullen, There was Jareth the Goblin King

So tonight I was revising all four of my currently published books (Thieves of Nottica had all the funky tabs fixed – I need new glasses) and I was listening to some songs from the 1986 film Labyrinth.

That entire movie was a thinly veiled metaphor. It warns the young audience against abusive relationships. That’s the kind of great entertainment we had back then. It not only made us laugh but it made us think too. Now we have entertainment that teaches young people to think abusive relationships are “love.”

(Ugh. Every time I use the phrase “young people” I grow a gray hair)

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How Much Do People Hate Fantasy-Romance?

With the passion of a thousand suns?

Tonight I realized how many people actually hate the fantasy-romance subgenre (while lots of people seem to hate erotica just as much, sadly), and I found myself wondering two things. 1) Are my romances written poorly? 2) Do so many people hate fantasy-romance that I don’t even have much of an audience anyway???

I keep wondering how many people started to read one of my books, realized it had strong romantic elements, then barfed and put it down. There are a few people who’ve had my books on their shelves for weeks now, after all. Maybe they’re just too nice to tell me they hate romance and don’t like my book, in which case I wish they would just tell me (I’mma big girl, I can take it) so I can continue without wondering.

I keeping thinking about the anti-romance fans who read my work – unaware that it was romance – and reacted with “Ughhhhhh romance.”

Is all this groaning just a matter of taste? Or do I deserve it because I suck at writing romance?

As I said a while ago (on a post I may have deleted), romance is actually really hard to write. It’s hard to write well, anyway. So as a result, it has this reputation for being really, really bad simply because so many people get it wrong.

One problem with romance is that it’s hard to avoid being cheesy, cliché, or unrealistic, because for most people, writing is escapism and people wind up writing about love the way they want it to be instead of the way it actually is.

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