Over the years, I've sometimes put up blog posts documenting my progress with NaNoWriMo. This is an annual event, National Novel Writing Month, in which crazy people the world over engage in furiously pounding out a 50,000 word novel in one month.
I've participated in this endeavor more than half a dozen times, but surprisingly the one question no one has ever asked me is this: "What are you writing?"
Today, I've decided to 'fess up: I've been writing romance novels.
Yes really. Not the dirty nasty bodice-rippers, of course, but sweet romances, and sometimes inspirational (Christian) ones too.
This was something of a hobby all these years, but one I kept distinctly under wraps. That's because too often romances are lumped into one ginormous and sleazy group characterized by the afore-mentioned bodice rippers, which amount to little more than soft porn. Thankfully there's a much cleaner side to this industry, due to the demands of women who like a good love story but without the unsavory parts.
Writing romance takes a bit more skill than many people realize or appreciate. NaNoWriMo and other writing endeavors allowed me to hone my fiction-writing skills, but I've never done much beyond that.
But then before Christmas, a series of events took place that unwittingly involves all of you, my dear readers. How, you may ask?
To answer this question, I invite you to view my new writing website, Writing by Patrice Lewis, and take a look at the blog link. I explain the story there.
This is where I need to make one thing clear, and that's how much all of you – the readers of this blog – mean to me. The comments you've made, the support you've offered, the criticism when I need it … it's like one big honkin' family that gets dragged along for the ride.
I hope you don't mind if I drag you along on this new venture as well. This is a new chapter, in a very literal sense.