Is romance dead? Or is it just me?
I don’t tell many of my customers at the Pub about my writing. I mean they know I write, but when they ask what I write I just say fiction/short stories. I’ll tell some of them that it’s erotica but not many because, really, it’s none of their business. Anyway, I was having a great conversation with one woman the other night about goals and motivation and stuff. My writing came up and I was open about the fact that the stories I had published were erotica. She asked me, “Do you write erotica so you can pretend to be someone else?”
My answer was, “No, that’s why I write romance.”
It brought to mind the fact that the only man I’ve ever received flowers from is my Dad. That I’ve never actually been on a dinner date, or a movie date, or a picnic, or any of those other things that are supposed to be ‘common dating rituals’.
Is this true for most of the single women today? Is this normal? Is romance still alive and well out there and I’m just not seeing it, or is it dying a slow death that will only live on in novels? 