Confessions of a Genre Slave

by Lillian Csernica on July 20, 2013

Day Two: Make ten writing-related confessions.

 One — I’m a bit intimidated by Scrivener.  I’m sure I’ll be fine once I get used to using it.

 Two — Computers are fabulous, but I still love my spiral notebook and my medium point black ink cheap ballpoint pen.

 Three — For Mother’s Day one year, my husband and the boys gave me an ergonomic pen suited to my fingers and grip.  It’s made from zebra wood and it takes commonly sold ink refills.  This has been the Pen of Choice for the autograph sessions I’ve done.

 Four — A number of my romance novel ideas have arisen from the crushes I develop on actors or other celebrities.  I came down with a bad case of Fan Girl Fascination when I first saw Tom Hiddleston play Loki in “The Avengers.”  (Note:  My husband is over six feet tall with bright blue eyes and long dark hair.)

 Five — Sometimes when I’m writing a first draft, I’ll go veering off down some other line of thinking even though I know where I want that scene or chapter to go.  It’s one thing to let the characters go where they will when a hot idea strikes.  Losing control of the narrative means extra editing, which means time lost.

 Six — I get really embarrassed when I meet somebody I know who has read my romance novel.  The first person to do this was the nice little old lady who is mother to the choir director at my church.  Oh man, the idea of her reading all those loves scenes!  I blushed so hard it hurt.

 Seven — I don’t understand literary fiction.  Oh sure, I’ve read Edna O’Brien‘s short stories and some of Joyce Carol Oates‘ work and Flannery O’Connor is great.  Maybe it’s just that I don’t really enjoy reading about “ordinary” people with “ordinary” problems.  The only Updike book I’ve ever enjoyed was The Witches of Eastwick, and that had magic in it.

 Eight — When I was in junior high I wrote short stories about a gang of spies who were a lot like the “Mission: Impossible” team on the original TV show.  Now there was a good example of why we should write what we know.  I had no idea what I was talking about and it showed.  Oh well.  Gotta start somewhere, right?

 Nine — When I was in high school I had no respect for romance novels.  My best friend and I would go to bookstores and stand there reading to each other from the books with the most lurid covers.  True, some of those novels were not great.  I was just showing my ignorance because I had no concept of the time, labor, and research that go into a good love story.

 Ten — I’m really sad that good handwriting is becoming a thing of the past.  Between texting and e-mail, nobody writes actually letters to each other.  I got a postcard from a friend the other day, and it was twice as delightful because it was “handmade” in the sense that her hand using a pen wrote the words on the back of the card.  Of course, you can get handwriting fonts these days, but that’s just faking it.

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