Sunday, July 4, 2010
My first introduction to male/male romance was in the paranormal romance series, Black Dagger Brotherhood, by J.R. Ward. Each book in the series is threaded with two or three sub-stories, each of which, so far, have become main stories as the series progresses. A few books back in the series, one of the sub-stories focused on two young male vampires discovering, and fighting - well, one of them is fighting - their feelings for each other. Their story is told with such heart, such depth, you can't help but fall in love with them in turn. After the latest book in the series, their love story took an unfortunate turn, and I actually cried. Fortunately for me, and a whole slew of BDB fans, the boys are going to get their own story and their happy ending. Which I have to say, makes me most happy.
Since then I have discovered several wonderful writers and stories in this genre. I love love. I love how the heart wants who it wants, no matter the boundary or prejudice, and fighting for that is, in my opinion, where true romance lies.
The heart does not see age, race, gender, religion, ego, status, class, wealth, power - it only knows love. It seeks the beat that matches its rhythm. We search for it all our lives. We want to love and be loved. But what if that love came in a package we weren't expecting? Do we embrace it or turn our back on it? If there is only one great love, how can we take the chance of being forever without it? What if that marrow-deep, heart-wrenching love came in the same gender? What wouldn't we give for it?
I hadn't ever thought about writing anything other than heterosexual romance before, but the idea of M/M began to seed itself in my mind. There was something incredibly appealing about it to me. Some dynamic I can't quite put my finger on. And when ideas starting dancing around in my brain... well...
I am currently near the end of a paranormal romance novel, stuck at a bridge point in the story. I went to sleep one evening thinking about this particular story when a dream woke up me in the middle of the night. An amazing dream where two men were having a rather heated argument. The tension that surrounded them was so thick, so aggressive and emotionally raw, I had to get up right then and get them on paper. These two men are the heroes of my first M/M romance, and I'm so excited to tell their story I'm afraid I'm letting my almost-finished novel slip to the side a little. I am so totally in love with these two new characters, I find it difficult to think of much else.
I hope you will join me in my journey to publication, and along the way, help keep me on track. And just maybe, share a few stories of your own.
All the best, L.C.