My favorite author and mentor, Robin Hardy, has quite the sense of humor. I was looking over her site and found this. After having a good laugh at the parodies, the thought came to me: What if one of those books were mine?
No, this isn't a sermon on why we shouldn't make fun of people online... though I'm sure that's an important topic that should probably be addressed.
Ok, back to my point.
It has occurred to me on more than one occasion that while I may one day "hit it big" in the literary scene, it may not be what I now hope for. What if I do end up being picked up by a publishing company who wants to turn me into the next Jackie Collins or Nora Roberts? Not that I would mind their salary, but there is something to be said about dignity and quality.
Now, I have never read a book by either of them, but the fact that they are at the grocery check out line tells me that they must be those cheesy romance novels with a lot of sex scenes and not much else.
Anyone who has read my stuff knows that I try to stay away from the hot-n-heavy romance, though I do include a love story of some kind in all of my books (so far). Which then makes me wonder if I'll just be called the watered-down version of Danielle Steele.
There's nothing wrong with being a household name, or being paid well for writing. But churning out dozens upon dozens of books relating stories not of growth, maturity, spiritual insight and a moral compass, but of lust, one-night-stands and extramarital affairs....? That's enough to make me gag.
If I ever turn out to be such a writer, please... someone shoot me. I'll forgive you.
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