I attended a writer’s workshop this past weekend sponsored by the Romance Writer’s of America, New Hampshire branch. Most everyone there wrote Romance – you know,” chicklit.” The fabulous and talented speaker, Debra Dixon, spoke for hour, after hour, about the process of designing and constructing a story. I learned so much useful information. It was easily one of the best writer’s events I had ever attended.
Deb looks like she is sleeping here, but she held her own and talked through an 8 hour workshop. Full respect to her.
And yet, I kept feeling that I needed to distance myself from most of those in the audience. I don’t write Romance (nothing wrong with it, it’s just not my genre) and so when the questions about plot ran to:
- Girlfriend fights
- Finding true love
- Wanting to be independent
I kind of zoned out. That’s not what I do, I tried to convince myself – I don’t write Romance.
But then I’ve looked back on this blog where for the last 5 years, I’ve been recording such stories as:
- The hens’ constant pecking
- Finding love from a tiny chick who was given a chance at life, and
- Pushing baby chicks out of the house into the coop
And I realized you know what? When you really come down to it, although I do not write Romance, there is no doubt, no doubt at all that I definitely write chicklit.
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Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at [email protected]
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