Romance Novels Just Porn for Women?
Romance novels — the world’s full of them. A cornucopia of cowboys, race car drivers, jet fighter pilots, and of course rich businessmen. Married or single, black or white, a variety of situations exist…take your pick. It’s all the same, really. Just porn for women, and about as brain-dead oftentimes. Frankly, there’s more “romance” in the world than there is actual love!
It might follow, then, that writing romance novels should be about as easy as, well, faking an orgasm. But as any writer can tell you, it’s not. It may be in some sense easier than creating a “real” work of “art” but it’s not easy as such, no. I speak from personal experience. I’m currently trying to write one, with plans to make this a career of sorts for at least the next two years. Ideally, I’d have three lines of twenty-four titles available in each: some seventy-two novels altogether! And why?
Because I’m trying to cash in on the eBook self-publishing craze, to be honest, and I’ve identified romance novels as the best bet going. But I’m not just going to put another girl-meets-boy/loves-boy/loses-boy/finds-boy-again-and-lives-happily-ever-after story out there, even if I am writing under a pen name — I am a guy, moreover (but that’s another discussion), and a guy must have some standards, after all!
No, despite my “mercantilist” motivations, I do want to “add to the conversation,” as it were, all the same, and hence make actual contributions, contributions to the genre. Hence I’ve identified a niche market for romance fiction: black women — specifically, black women who are interested in Asian men!
But as exciting as that sounds (to me, anyway), it’s still a lot of work, and much of that work comes from the fact that I don’t read romances (‘member, I’m a guy) and have no interest in reading them. None whatsoever. Zilch. Zero! Yet how do I expect to write one, never mind actually sell them??
It’s an odd proposition, to be sure — as odd as black women and Asian men unions, ya think? — but I feel confident about it. I’m not sure how much money I’d ever make, but I really believe that there is a need for this kind of fiction out there, a rather big need, and a mostly unfulfilled need. Moreover, I love black women. Okay, I love all women (I’m a guy!), but it seems that most guys have no love for black women in this culture, and I absolutely adore them for their unique looks. I think I can translate this love into romances that are both different and interesting — as intensely interesting as my interests in black women are intense!
But it’s hard, and wanting to be different, to tell stories that are identifiably romantic without getting into the brain-dead territory of porn (after all, romances are just porn for women, if you think about it), makes things even harder. With all due respect to Harlequin titles, from which I could certainly learn quite a few things, I’m sure, I don’t want to put out Harlequins (except where brand-recognition success is concerned, at least!)…I want to add to the conversation, as I’ve said, said convo here being romantic relations — between black women and Asian men.