I’ve been thinking about the subject of this post for months, on and off and on again.
It’s the kind of thought I will continue to ruminate on at length, until I find the spark to start writing.
The spark came this evening, while talking with some trusted friends in a secluded and comfy spot of Facebook.
It was the kind of chitchatting that starts with the question “why the fuck do they call that awful, cliché-ridden paranormal romance gothic novel?” and then jumps to the abundance of cliché about women packed by the entertainment world; and to how infuriating it is to be a female writer who feels (and knows) that the audience expects her to write sugarcoated romantic bullshit; just to end up with the bedazzled question “what the fuck does she mean by make your lesbian main character a bit more lesbian?!”
It’s the kind of chitchat that ends up being a great venting opportunity and the source of some food for the mind.
The fact it fueled my own ruminations is just a bonus. Continua a leggere