Don’t get me wrong, I still love erotic romance. But I confess I’m getting kind of tired of it. Very few authors can sustain my interest when the primary subject matter is sex. There are some who do a great job, but those writers are also fabulous at dialogue, pacing, explicating scenes, creating a vivid picture, you get my drift.
I’m no fool here. I know with their shorter attention spans and mean girl/boy hormone fueled attitudes my new target audience may actually be meaner when it comes to their likes and dislikes, but they are also more forgiving, I think.
For example, read reviews for adult romance and then read them for YA titles. The latter is more forgiving right? Less focused on nitpicky mistakes, right? There’s more interest in the characters, the characters actions, what they hope to read next. There’s more interest in the book itself.
I am not saying that quality isn’t important, or that mistakes shouldn’t be pointed out. How else would they get fixed? Quality is critically important. But in adult “reviews,” you can practically see oh, this person had a bad day at work, hasn’t had sex in years or is just a bitter hag who likes to complain and crap all over other people due to mistreatment. Or, maybe the person is kvetching because they didn’t make the cheerleading squad in high school and is still pissed about it; you happened to write about a cheerleader so you get one star.
It’s like hello? Counseling anyone?
Any who, I’m looking forward to seeing what my new audience thinks about this new offering of mine. I hope to have it up by Thanksgiving.