Sometimes, I convince myself I'm not a traditionalist. I'm a feminist, after all. Who loves or marries whom is quite frankly none of my business. I'm a Christian who believes Jesus Christ to be her savior, but your beliefs are up to you--it shouldn't get in the way of us being nice to each other, being friends, living in the same neighborhood, or laughing at the same jokes. You do like bad jokes, right? Because if you don't, then we'll have to work harder at getting along. But no, I'm not a traditionalist. Surely not.
But then. Nan and I were talking. We do that a lot--we're good at it. If husbands ever got as good at listening as we do are at talking...oh, well, anyway, Nan thinks that some "traditionally pubbed authors feel invaded and diminished by indies" and that--at least sometimes--she's "not a real author because [she's] not traditionally published."
I don't feel "invaded" by indies, although diminished--maybe a little. And she's definitely a real author. If you haven't read about her Women of Willow Bay, you should. But she's also bummed out because "no publisher wants to deal with my older heroines." That also bums me out because I think I'm permanently tired of traditional heroines. You know. Twenty-something. Way smart. Way beautiful. Feisty. (Ask me sometime how I feel about the word "feisty"--no, don't.)
See? I'm not a traditionalist. I like older heroines. Non-feisty, overweight, and okay-looking ones, too. I was, at this point in the conversation, quite proud of myself for having such an enlightened attitude.
And then Nan mentioned erotica.
Because I don't like it. I believe, because so many authors have assured me that it is so, that there is a difference between pure erotica and erotic romance. I will defend to the death anyone's right to write, read, and promote it. I think some of the covers are gorgeous and some of the writing equally so. As long as there are no children or animals involved, I don't have moral problem with it. I'm neither squeamish nor even especially prudish, but I get bored very quickly reading about it. I am the same way with harsh language. It's not that I mind other people using it--although I wish they'd clean it up around kids--but I don't want to hear it or read it because, once again, I am bored by it.
So I guess that even with all my bragging about enlightenment, I do still have a wide strip of traditionality. What about you? Are there any conventions that trip you up when you're right in the middle of a loud "hear me roar" soliloquy?
And I'm so excited! Our Christmas boxed set, A Heartwarming Christmas is still available for 99 cents, a bargain, as my old boss used to say, at twice the price. And now--here's the excited part--my story, The Gingerbread Heart, is available in print! Regardless of how proud I am about being non-traditional in some areas, there's still something about paper and ink...