When a very dear writer friend of mine asked me to go with her to the Romance Writers of Australia 2011 conference, my first thought was, naturally, “But, honey, I’m not a romance writer …”. After all, I don’t write bodice-rippers. I write gothic novels about shapeshifters, and books about friendship, set in Bali. There are no heaving bosoms or chiselled biceps in my books. There are no men named Rudolpho or women named Cassandra.
Sure, there might be the occasional teenage crush …
And, yeah, there are a few kisses …
And, okay, there are a couple of covert love affairs between shapeshifters of different species …
But … but …
Oh.
It might sound stupid, but before my friend asked me to come to the conference, I had no idea I was a romance writer. I thought every one of my books examined an unique and different topic. After all, my first novel was a travel story set in Bali … that just happened to have a couple of cute boys in it.
My second novel was about shapeshifters in the Tasmanian bush. It also, um, just happened to have a very cute and dangerous boy in it. Who also happened to be slightly more of the animal persuasion than the boys in Daisy Blue but, hey, every girl has their “type”, don’t they? The rest of the Thyla cycle also features spunky romantic leads – one of them is even human!
Another book I’m working on might be set on the North West coast of Tassie, and might focus on issues of body image, depression and steampunk societies but, again, there is a boy. He might be a bit geekier than the boys in the other books but he has his own charm. And yes, this charm is used to attract a girl. In a romantic way.
And so on, and so forth and it turns out that every single one of my novels features some sort of romance!
And when I think about it, it’s easy to see why. And no, it’s not because I think the girls reading my books are obsessed with romance. I think it’s more to do with the fact that I am. Seriously, I am the girl who, when asked by her husband why I loathed the film Master and Commander, replied, “Because there were no girls in it. No kissing. No love!”. I am the girl who finds it impossible to write for younger readers because, well, the girls in those books still think boys are “icky”. All my favourite songs are about love. I adore Valentine’s Day – even when I was single, I did! I went to see Love Actually on Valentine’s Day when I was single and I had the best time!
I’m a hopeless, hopeless romantic and, if I had the money to spare, I think I would be going to that conference. Sadly, as an impoverished writer, I am just going to have to stay at home with my Hugh Grant movies (Colin Firth having moved on to less fluffy fare), re-read my Jane Austen books and admit, finally, to myself that I am, indeed, a romance writer.