It's Sunday afternoon and I've just written my quarterly blog for Romance University--it's coming up tomorrow (Wednesday to you), so check it out, okay? So often lately, I've wondered if my writing mojo has taken a hike because making myself get settled down to write has been nigh onto impossible these past few months. I know I've talked ad nauseum about not being able to write--either work or lack of motivation or life stuff keeps getting in the way. But now, I'm wondering exactly why I'm not writing. Yet, I just wrote 1,039 words in less than an hour. And they are good words--it's a great blog.
But you know what? It's a blog about what I do as a copy editor--not a romance novel. And that's making me wonder if perhaps the romance novelist in me might be taking a backseat to the copy editor. And would that be such a terrible thing? I love working on other people's books and from what I can tell, authors appreciate my services. I'm fair, I leave their voice alone, I try my darnest to help them make their stories the very best they can be. I'm a good editor.
Publishing is changing so much and I'm not convinced it's all for the better. I'm trying hard to see where I might fit in and at the moment, it seems as though Editor Nan has more of a secure place than Author Nan. But then the people in my head start talking to me. I dream about them at night. Strangers in my dreams is weird I know, but there they are, knocking around in my head looking for a story and I, once again, think that I want to write.
Maybe it's that I can't find a place in the romance world--my older characters are not what people want to read. Old people (and by old I mean older than 40) in love is a yucky premise apparently; after all, who wants to know that Grammy has sex? Ironically, I don't even write hot sex . . . but still, "I can't sell characters older than 40" is what I hear all the time. Readers, even readers who are Baby Boomer age "read down," according to the folks who are kindly but definitely turning my novels away. Is it possible that Boomers "read down" in age because publishers aren't offering any kind of romance that includes people of a certain age? A question for the universe, I guess. Oh, heck, this rant is so familiar, you're all probably as sick of it as I am, but still, it's demoralizing.
Oh, hey, look at me! I just wrote another blog . . . maybe Writer Nan isn't completely lost . . . hmmmm. . .