We have somehow squeezed an incomparable number of dukes, earls, marquesses and barons from nine short years of English history. And to that, I have to ask, what about literally all the rest of time?
Just because the writer, reader and general populous know how the book is going to end doesn’t mean it’s not a book worth reading – or writing. In fact, I have discovered that writing the books with a required ending is more challenging than writing ones without.
Because there is a fine line between being alone to write and being lonely.
If romance makes the changes that should have been made centuries ago, if romance opens its publishing houses and agencies and offers the same opportunity to authors of color as it does to white authors right now, we take away the excuse that it won’t work.
Romance novels have now gone from a treat, to the best form of research in the world. The more I make an effort to dive deeply into this industry, the more I realize that it’s really fucking big.
Will they or won’t they – it’s the most important, infuriating question of every romance novel. Will they give into their desire now, in the dark corners of the library? How about now, in the hidden coves of the rose gardens? When will they finally succumb to what they both desire most?
Romance celebrates the woman’s story all on its own, whether that’s at work, at home or wherever. It validates our belief that our stories matter.