What was I thinking? I've spent months working and reworking
an outline for a romantic adventure serial, and then weeks more writing the
first draft. (I've almost finished part 1.) Now I'm neck deep in fashion,
jewelry, romance, and understanding the
desires of women (that's a losing battle right there!), and telling all of this
from a female perspective. I've learned
a valuable lesson: Writing romance is hard!
Certainly I've written romance and sex scenes before, but from the male perspective. Now I need to get inside a woman's head. I thought I knew what women find romantic. I thought I knew what women want from their heroes. I thought I knew how to make female readers tingle all over as they breathlessly turn the pages of my tale of love lost and love gained, and hot trysts in the night beneath the stars...
What was I thinking?
I have gained a gargantuan respect for romance authors. It's not at all as easy as they make it look. Hour after hour I sit at the keyboard, out of my depth, spinning my tale of a desert princess who is in love with a man she cannot marry. I pause after very paragraph and run over the rules in my head. Who knew romance has such strict rules but it does. The hero and heroine must think about each other constantly. Everything they do must be with the other in mind. I must tease the reader with an upcoming night of passion and then tear my lovebirds apart. Oh the pain of the separation. But they must come back together. They must have a happy ending but the reader has to sincerely worry that they won't. I must torment my couple, putting every obstacle in their way, yet let them sneak hurried kisses every now and then, until, finally, nothing can stop their eternal love.
Or something like that.
Truth is, I'm winging this one in a way I have never winged a book before. I know I am breaking a few of the rules of romance, and I think it's ok. The story will make up for it. The reader will forgive me as long as I deliver on my promises. I have never been so tortured at my keyboard, never felt so terrified of writing. Why did I think I could write a romance? From a female perspective? What made me think that, as a man, I could write sensuously?
What was I thinking?
Truth is though, even as I agonize over every page, I am thrilled by the challenge. This is the hardest writing I have ever done, the deepest I have delved into that abyss known as a woman's emotions. If I can pull this off, I will be so much stronger as a writer, so much stronger at character development. But do I really know what I'm doing or am I making a big fool of myself? I have to put enormous trust in the women of my writing group, and my critique partners and beta readers. I am certain they will laugh and tell me what a woman would really think, what she would really do, how she would really feel. I will listen, and nod, and learn, and rewrite. I might even understand women better after this experience, and I'm sure my wife will appreciate that.
I think I can pull this off. My confidence is shaky but it's there. Look for my 3-part serial in 2015. Then you can read for yourself about my desert princess, Majara, and her adventures on the way to true love and self-determination in a world dominated by men. Then you can judge for yourself whether I did pull this off.
A male fantasy writer penning a romantic adventure?
What was I thinking?
