Romantic Suspense, Uncategorized, Writing Tips

Some Things I Love in a Romance Novel

Where have I been? Well, let’s just say that Sandy delayed me from posting. Oh, it’s so romantic to live like olden times, burn candles and play Scrabble. Sure, for a night or two, but not five. It wasn’t that fun, except when I went to see a certain Broadway show for the 4th time. My heart goes out to those still suffering from the storm’s aftermath. I got off easy and count my blessings that we were just mildly annoyed.

As promised, back to what I love in romance novels:

Really messed up characters. One author asked me if she could make her hero suicidal and I thought, COOL! I realize this is a serious issue, but if you can show your character overcoming a tremendous obstacle, I’ll cry buckets and vote him/her into office.

Sweet or hot? I edit sweet, mild and hot stories. I guess I appreciate sweeter stories because if you can relay emotion and romance without the sheet-tangling, I’m impressed. Then again, one of my authors had a great opening seduction scene that thoroughly wowed me. So, I know nothing. Romance novels do need to convey a strong connection between the characters. If you’re not used to writing love scenes, I suggest practice. But if you really object to writing them, that’s okay and you should research what lines carry sweeter stories.

Setting description. I work in an office all day and like to see the places the hero and heroine go.

Feminism runs in my blood, but I love a good boss-secretary romance! She’s naive and little awkward, but earnest and good at office work. Yes, I love this woman and I adore office work, too. She’s ripe for the repressed adoration of a take-charge boss.

Food descriptions: This is a new thing since discovering the Food network. Strange since I don’t cook, but if you can describe a meal (omitting the “garden salad” and “crusty bread”), it adds some color to the scene and usually compels a voyage to Starbucks for the chocolate covered graham crackers.

Don’t you love chemistry so good you forget what the story’s about? I’m reading one now. The characters are amazing, their interaction intense. The romance is one long scene and I can’t stop turning the pages. What are they doing? Practically nothing.

Bad girls can be a hoot, especially if you can identify with the heroine. She does something bad you dream of doing, only she gets away with it, often–like Emily Giffin’s Darcy character. A bad girl doesn’t need to have tattoos or a leather jacket. She’s just kinda bad, but you love her anyway.

I enjoy being shocked, traumatized and scared (not in real life!). This is evident in my television choices: A Haunting…, Sons of Anarchy, Prison Break, The Shield, Homeland, Dexter, Snapped, Deadly Women, and some Cupcake Wars/Real Housewives of Beverly Hills to balance my mentals.

High school reunion stories are fun.

Plain Janes rule. But if your heroine is a glamazon, that’s okay too. Just give her some flaws. Can we the reader relate to her?

I have many more “loves” for my list, but these are just a few…

Romantic Life Lessons

Piles and Scatterbrain: A Love Story

It’s a Friday and my office is a mess. It didn’t used to be. Because my elementary school education in France drilled terror and organization into my soul, I’ve fixated on putting things in their proper places. Deadlines are my best friend and if I miss one, I get anxious. Will Madame G… take me by the ear and make me stand in the corner? This happened a few times when I blew off the four hours of homework–though, what do you expect from a six-year-old who can’t speak the language? I owe a lot of my work ethic/time management skills to the French school system.

Over time, my focus has splintered. Maybe it’s Facebook’s fault. Maybe we are all multitasking too much. Whatever the case, the memory of a ruler rapped against my knuckles doesn’t reverberate so much when I leave dishes in the sink. If I put aside a project mid-stream, no one will yell at me. Forty years later, I’m becoming a little scattered again and that’s just how it is.

Now, I see that I have piles and sub-piles, some consisting of one scrap of paper with one phrase scrawled, “Call so-and-so.” Other piles contain substantive emails I’ve printed out so that I’ll remember–though, let’s be honest, they often get stuck in the back of what I’m editing and I don’t find them until months later. Then, there are the To Do lists, which I’ve started to ignore. I have three lists: on my iPad, on the big pad of paper, then the beautiful little booklet I rescued from a paper store (for 20$). The sad thing: it’s the same list with minor variations. The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin renewed my devotion to my lists, but I realized that I only love crossing things off. There we go there.

When I sit down at my desk, I look at the piles, panic, wonder if I have ADD or just am anxious about books. I do someĀ  prioritizing, write myself notes in bold, rearrange the piles and then start reading something, since that stabilizes me. It’s all about the reading, right? Sigh. This is where I’m most zen.

Within ten minutes, I’m back to fussing with email, figuring out which ones I can answer fast, which will sit for eons, a frustrating endeavor. Will I call so-and-so now? No, I’ll wait till afternoon, though should do now since I don’t want to be a procrastinator. Maybe I need to take Ginseng. I’ll go down to Starbucks instead for a chocolate-covered graham cracker or two. I return, look up at my shelves, the To Edit pile. This month, I have four books to turn in. I’m done with one. Now I’m editing the remaining three at once, which doesn’t help de-clutter my brain–but it’s nice clutter. Since Madame A… said I was mischievous and lazy, I secretly start on a fourth edit–one that needs more TLC–due in late October. I’m thankful that I’m not Claire Danes’s character on Homeland since she’s really got a lot on her mind. Which reminds me I have to set my DVR….

The sun is shining in my window and I look out for a few minutes, soaking in the Vitamin D. That’s enough. I go back to the 20 manuscripts sitting in my ibooks folder and start to read another few pages–before I remember about the deadline for cover ideas for June 2013. Maybe I should do another blog post. So here I am…