Posted by stacyg6 on 4th October 2022
Twenty years ago, if you’d asked any of my friends if I would ever write romance novels (let alone have a philosophy for writing romance), they’d have laughed you out of the room. Honestly, most of them were shocked when I got my first contract job writing catalogs for a big outdoor company.
I was usually the only woman in groups of men whitewater kayaking, mountain biking, and skiing. I’d lived in a tent and a car and a pickup truck. I was probably best known for being competent in the outdoors and fairly bawdy. A real guy’s girl.
Hell, if you’d asked me back then, I would’ve laughed, too. In fact, I did laugh when my husband first suggested it back in 2011 or 2012. It took me until almost 2015 to decide it was a good idea myself. Then a few more years figuring out how to write good romantic fiction before I published my first novella.
Since I’d already spent decades writing marketing copy and magazine articles, I had a well-developed, unique voice. What took a while was figuring out what I wanted to say, and how best to say it.
I do my best to write stories that are layered and have real heart and a sense of humor. Stories that show people. Stories that have an undercurrent of feminism, environmentalism, and anti-late-stage capitalism but don’t beat you over the head with it. And stories that show people making choices that are outside the norm and figuring out how to live the life of their dreams—or something even better than they ever imagined possible.