Me & Romance

Romance, generally speaking, is just Not My Thing. I don’t go to the Romance section of the book store, or the video store. If the back of a book I pick up talks about unyielding desires or some such, I put it back down. Telling me how hot a character is doesn’t interest me in the story. And that’s fine. We all have our different tastes. The problem, though, the really big problem, is that I keep writing it.

Let me explain that I have no problem with romance as an idea. People falling in (and out) of love can make for a very interesting story. I like plenty of stories with romantic elements in them, and root for certain characters to get together (I flat out fanboy squeed when Buffy and Spike kissed the first time). And I like honest to goodness romances like Princess Bride and Beauty and the Beast. Every single one of my novels has some romance in it. That I’m not surprised about.

What surprised me was that last year I found myself writing a full on Paranormal Romance. There was just no pretending it was anything else. Then I wrote a Paranormal Romance short story, and another, and now I’m writing another. Which brings me to another weird thing: when I try to write romance, I fail. I wrote a story for a contest a while back. Got it critiqued, edited, had it ready to go weeks before the deadline. But I didn’t send it in, because I just didn’t like the story. That’s why I put down Chains, my current story, a while back. I was trying to write a romance, to fit it into this narrow, wrong view I had of romance, and it only took a few pages before I didn’t like it. When I try to write romance, I think too much about the market, where it might fit, whether a publisher might not like it because of this little part, and that’s besides worrying if my writing is any good at all.

So how do I end up with all these romance stories? I take two interesting characters, usually put them in an interesting setting, and have them fall in lurrve. “But, Devin!” you say, “You just described a romance story!” Yes, I did. But I need to trick my brain into thinking about it as a story, and letting the story be what it wants to be instead of hemming it in with all these wacky ideas of what I think “romance” as a genre is.

The story needs to be written first, the labels can come later. If it happens to be about people falling in love, so be it. I like writing those stories. And I probably like Romance more than I think I do. It wouldn’t be the first time I was wrong about something.

Fresh Cut – Darkness at Dawn

I’m trying out a new idea. I’m calling it “Fresh Cuts” and they will be brief peeks into something I’m working on at the moment. The Fresh Cut for this month is from my new horror/romance “Darkness at Dawn”. This is what came out when I first sat down to write the story. This Fresh Cut is:


* UNEDITED – truly hot off the press!




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A Little Break

Durning January, when I wasn’t being lazy, I was editing Crossbreed. I decided to split it into two books. It’s just way too big. But now I’m done with a second draft, and I’m looking for people to crit. My writing group is getting the first part of the first chapter. Should be interesting to see what they think — it’s a diverse group.

Ah, December

The snow is falling, Christmas is coming, and I’m sitting on my ass. 🙂

I found out last year that taking the month after NaNoWriMo off is a good idea. After that very intense period of writing, I need to relax. I will pick up writing again in January, or at least editing. Because I have A LOT of editing to do.  I now have five novels that need a second draft. Six, really, because Crossbreed is so massive I need to split it into two novels.

I’m also trying to find a story I can post as a “freebie” on this site.


50,140 words and that means I WIN NaNoWriMo for the second year!

*Happy Dance*

I got to 50K at a write in at the Loft tonight and got a nice round of applause.

There’s still some tying up at the end stuff, so I’ll keep writing until the end of the month like I did last year.

Enter Tenai

The other main character of my novel. He’s doing his best to take over it.

(Please note: This is fresh from NaNoWriMo and is UNEDITED)

The young man, not much more than a boy, walked down the main street of the village. Behind him, everything was in flames. Ahead of him, people fled, some of them screaming. At each house and building he came to, the young man raised his arms and shot flames out, standing in front of it until the structure was engulfed. Then he moved on to the next one. He gave almost no thought to the possibility of people still being inside the buildings. The smart ones had already fled. When he came across a man he recognized as one who had been at his house that night, he burned him as well.


Tenai hadn’t come across any in the last several minutes. The men had run much faster than the women and children.


A stumbling, crying woman clutched her child’s hand as she ran across Tenai’s path. She tripped, over something in the street or over her own two feet. As she struggled to rise, she turned to shield her child from Tenai’s approach. “Please …” she begged when Tenai was only a few feet away. For a moment, the rage in his eyes faltered. He made a wide circle around the pair, leaving them clutching each other in the dusty road.


The rage rose back up in him, like fire caught on a fresh log. This village would burn. By tomorrow it would be nothing but charred timbers and ash. And the men that had fled wouldn’t get far. Tenai would follow them, to the ends of the earth if he needed to. Every last one of them would die.