In my teenage years I was made to feel that it was somehow shameful and extremely uncoool to either read or write romances. Particularly of the Mills & Boon variety. And not just by that school librarian who confronted me in the school library and forcibly took away my current stash of Mills & Boon stories, replacing them with “proper” books, or by that English teacher who marked down from A to B the short romance I’d offered as my creative writing project because it was “too women’s magazine.”
And if anyone derides me these days for writing trashy, worthless books, my answer is this: “You write a romance, get a literary agent, have the book published, and then come back and tell me how easy it was for you.”
Thanks Michelle Cunnah!