Okay. Let me just lay it on the line. I have never been that much of a conformist once I officially considered myself “grown”. I see things and usually do things my way. And this independent streak lends itself to my belief in romances that depict “real love”.
Wouldn’t it be lovely for every single, living and breathing female to be swept off her feet by the ultimate Mr. Right–tall, dark, handsome and filthy rich. He’s highly educated. He says the right things. He does all the right things. He’s divinely perfect. He’s the epitome of romance. No flaws. No drama. Just I-T it.
Well, we may read romance novels where this is the norm but we don’t live within those pages. I won’t count the number of proposals my editors passed on because the hero was a blue collar, hard working man or because he had children from a previous relationship or because he wasn’t one of those rude ass alpha males that make you hate them just as much as you love them. God forbid the heroine has bad credit and works in the service industry. Oh no, she doesn’t deserve love, I guess. See, everyone doesn’t get my vision of real love. Everyday love. An attainable love.
I want everyday women to believe that the same deeply profound and destined love of romance novels are out there waiting for them. Ladies, you don’t have to dream of the chocolate prince on the white horse to give you the kind of love that will be better than ANYTHING any writer could ever dream of scribing. How many of you have ran across one of those filthy rich brothers who are willing to sprint you off for a weekend in France. Puh-leeze. Why can’t a schoolteacher, a hotel maid, a construction worker, a truck driver or a fast food worker fall in love in these books? Only a certain demographic can have a sweeping love affair. The working class don’t fall in love? Bullshit. Only the upper middle class Black folks have wonderful stories of love and commitment to tell? Double bullshit.
So even if I can’t slip in the hero with the everyday jobs I will continue to make sure that he talks like folks I see everyday. None of that flowery crap. No extra trips to my thesaurus to find a more complicated word to say something simple. Everyday situations. Real love for real people.