As we near the end of our romantic February month, I can't help but think about what genre romance is as opposed to mainstream fiction. I know I've pounded this topic in the ground before, and recently.(That is, the developing love between the hero and heroine comes first, no matter the sub genre, the plot comes second. Plot has to be there and be good too, but the romance has to be the main theme. And romances are character driven.) I'm reminded of my early short stories and how I wrestled with this concept. I've always been an incurable romantic, no doubt. But I didn't always have the ability to express the illusive conflict-growing love-thing between hero and heroine in a romance story. As I work, I get better at it, thank goodness! Yet still, sometimes it's a challenge to find that perfect balance. So in honor of my own growth as a romance author and this end-of-February time, I'm going to share an early version of a story I once wrote. This particular story truly was a labor of love for me if ever there was one. That's because I toiled over edits and rewrites so much. I cut my writing teeth, developed my voice in stories like this. And isn't that what it takes to become the best writer we can be? It never stops does it? I still toil over edits and revisions, but at least I have a better idea of how to craft a romance.
Note: The short story (Welcome To Sandbar Coast) is no longer on my blog. If you email me I will be glad to share it with you.