During the A to Z Challenge last month, I ran across Lara Lacombe’s post for “Q.” Though unable to leave a comment (a problem which happens on all Blogspot blogs I visit), it nevertheless struck a chord, in particular the phrase “Serious Readers don’t read romance.” I think it could be applied to writers as well: serious writers don’t write romance. Which, to me, always leads to the inevitable question: Why not?
Why can’t a writer just write whatever comes into her mind, irregardless of genre? It takes effort to arrange words into sentences, sentences into paragraphs, paragraphs into chapters, and chapters into a completed manuscript. Surely this creative struggle must preclude any sneering at the outcome?
Somehow, somewhere, some time, the romance genre was maligned. Granted, there are more than a few romance novels of the “this is how not to write” variety. However, in all honesty, there are “literary” books floating in the e-reader-sphere which require a dictionary to understand and are so obscure as to not make any sense whatsoever. I refuse to believe that the latter is any better than the former.
What do you think?