At
a recent writer’s conference, I sat at a table in which I was the only guy. I
was asked why I write romance, in an earnest want-to-know manner. I answered, “I
fell out of bed one day hit my head and ever since have been writing romances.”
We were on opposite sides of a large table in which many of our table mates had
already heard the story. So, I decided not to engage in a long explanation involving
raising my voice to be heard and boring just about everybody.
I
have found the answer is not complicated at all. My long story about being a
romantic, artistic, a renaissance man, a believer in soul mates, about my enjoyment of rom com movies
etc. had missed the real point.
Why
do I write romance? I care about male-female relationships. I write what I care
about, what interests me.
In
order for there to be any weddings on this planet there has to be a guy and a
gal, hopefully, in love. It is the most important decision of their lives. Men
and women fall in love every day and hope the best for a couple when they see
it happening to that couple whether it be on a reality TV show, real life, or in a novel. They are pre-sold.
There’s
another dynamic at play here that I want to warn all those seeking to be
politically correct (akin to boring, sometimes).
This
is a fictionalized story in which facts were changed to protect the guilty.
In
New York City, years ago, I was at a romantic comedy screen writers’ conference
and sat at a table with all men and one woman.
One
guy, a bit snooty this one, said to let’s call her, Nora. “Why do you write
romantic comedies.”
His
question implied a prejudice as subtext which was reinforced or validated by
the questioner’s attitude on a number of subjects that day (not at all like my
table mate, in which I was the only male, a wonderful person, let me make that perfectly clear). How could
she handle the beats necessary for witty repartee, dynamic tension, the quick pacing?
After all, dialogue, scene and body language had to carry the meaning. This was
no place for someone who might prefer long ruminations and deliberations, just
because she was female.
“I
love what I do and I write better than any of you schmucks,” Nora answered.
Everybody at the table except the guy who asked the question, laughed. Her
timing and delivery was impeccable. Nora was a natural born genius. Through
hard work and study she applied her craft quite well, thank you very much.
God
gave us all fantastic talents to grow. We’re lucky to live in a country in
which we can choose what is our best path to help ourselves and our fellow man.
Men and women aren’t so different, but viva la difference.
Here's two men who chose to sing love songs as their way of contributing. Maurice Chevalier and Bing Crosby compare their little black books.
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