TAKING A CHANCE ON WRITING ROMANCE

I am currently working on my first romance novel. Up until now, I’ve been writing for children—silly stories, adventures and mysteries, for the most part. My young readers are growing older, though, and in just a few weeks the eldest will turn fifteen. She wants a romance for her birthday.

Oh-oh. Grandma’s got a challenge ahead of her. First of all, I’ve never written a romance. Oh, I’ve read plenty of them in my day, but I have to confess, that genre is not typically my favorite. I generally prefer adventure/mystery/”thinking” type books. Second, I am writing “Christian” books, for young people and I want to keep them exciting but very, very innocent. G-rated. You don’t find many romances along that vein these days. Third, I’m getting old. Can I still remember back to the good old romantic days of my youth? (Okay, I’m just kidding about that point—I’m not that old!)

Anyway, I’m still in the early stages of the book and I’ve discovered a few techniques that are working well so far in keeping the story interesting, innocent and yet hopefully romantic enough to suit my teen-aged granddaughter. These techniques would work well in just about any genre, I think, but are especially useful to me in keeping within the parameters of the “rules” I’ve set down for myself. The “rules” include no kissing on the lips or other physical contact. Pretty hard to write a romance without some show of affection, right? Okay, so I’ve allowed hand-holding and a chaste kiss on the hand or two. Having the story set in medieval times makes that a bit easier.

There are two sides to any novel—the emotional story and the physical plot. The emotional story is what makes the reader care about the characters; it’s what makes them want to keep reading to find out what happens to them. The physical plot is the action that keeps the story moving along. Both are necessary if the author wants to hook and keep the reader. The problem with a lot of romance novels, in my opinion, is that they are heavy on the emotions and light on the plot. The only “action” tends to be the physical relationship between the hero and heroine. That is a problem for me when I don’t want a lot of physical interaction in my very innocent, G-rated romance novel.

What to do, then? How do I write a romance with enough of a love interest to satisfy my young reader without going beyond my self-imposed boundaries? I made the decision first of all, before I even started the actual writing, that although my romance novel would predominantly be a love story, with lots of emotion attached, it would also have to have plenty of adventure and mystery woven into the plot in order to keep the story moving. I want lots of action—heart-pounding action, that is—not heart-throbbing action!

Once that decision was made, I had to determine different ways to keep the romance alive throughout the entire length of the book. Without a lot of physical, romantic “action,” would the story get a bit stale, maybe even repetitive and boring? I thought of a few strategies to keep that from happening. In the first four chapters of the book I have kept the characters physically apart, but dreaming and thinking of each other. This only works because, in this case, the characters already knew each other but had not seen one another in many years. I am happy with the way I wrote those scenes. They’re not overly saccharine-sweet, but they are romantic enough. Reading them would set the young girl’s heart a-flutter, and yet they are not suggestive or titillating. There is some mystery involved in those thoughts and dreams, also. Hopefully she will want to keep reading to find out what happens when they finally do meet again.

Another way to keep the story moving while I am still setting the scene is to change the perspective from one main character to the other. The first two chapters were written from the hero’s point of view. I switched then and wrote chapters three and four from the heroine’s perspective. Somewhere in chapter five they will finally meet again and the narrative will return to the hero’s viewpoint. Changing the perspective will help keep the story fresh and interesting when there is not a lot of physical action going on. This technique would work well in just about any genre.

I am just beginning chapter five. I’ve already hinted at a romance, and also planted the seeds of two mysteries to come. (There will be more, of course!) There has already been a lot of emotion. The groundwork has been laid and now it is time to get some real action going. I try always to start with at least a general outline in my head and/or on paper, but what actually happens remains to be seen. Will I be able to write a good, clean romance and keep the story moving with mystery and adventure? We’ll see. Stay tuned!

ONCE UPON A TIME

I remember it well. Sara was three and my little sidekick. She also was my first and, at that point, my only grandchild. We went everywhere together while her mommy had to work, enjoying one another’s company and doing all the things a little child likes to do. We walked to the park or to the playground at a nearby school. I pushed her in the stroller to the drugstore where she would pick out a little treat—usually Raisinets. We’d walk at the mall and she’d beg for pennies to throw in the fountains. “I wish for a kitty or puppy!” she’d say as she tossed the coins into the water. Then we’d stroll over to the pet store where she’d pet the puppies and kitties and try to talk me into one. Poor little thing never did get her wish. I even took her with me to the beauty salon. She’d play with the perm rollers while I was getting me hair cut and highlighted. “You look funny, Grandma!” she’d say when my hair was pulled in wisps (painfully!) through the plastic cap and the hair dresser was slathering what looked like purple bubble gum all over my heard. “You have to suffer to be beautiful, Sara!” I would answer.

Our favorite place to go, though, was the library. We would go for the children’s story time with the librarian, do a small craft, and then pick out a big stack of ten books to take home with us. As soon as we got home, I’d fill her little sippy-cup and she would climb into my lap in the rocking chair. The stack of books was on the table next to us, and one by one we’d go through the entire pile all at once.

Sara loved books, but even more than that, she loved her grandma’s made-up stories. “Tell me a story, Grandma,” she begged when we lay down in the afternoons to take a nap. The first, I remember, was about three little puppies named Rascal, Scamp and Booger. She wanted to hear it over and over—and over. Months later, when she and her family were about to move to Ecuador, my daughter asked me to write down those stories for Sara so that she could still hear them, even when Grandma wasn’t around.

That was when I began in earnest to write for the children in my life. Until that point I had written dozens of Bible studies, devotions and messages for women, and occasionally penned a skit or short story for children. When I began, though, to write for the individual, special children in my life—my grandchildren, nephews, nieces and cousins—it became a labor of love and my passion.

I taught preschool for several years, so I knew that when it comes to stories or songs, little ones love the three R’s—rhythm, rhyme and repetition. I like the three R’s, too, (no free verse or haiku for me!), so writing poetry for little children was easy and fun. The sillier the better; the simpler the better. Not all my preschool material was poetry, of course. I wrote quite a few prose bedtime stories, as well. I actually had a fourth “rule,” too, that started with R—relationships. All of my work for little ones included a mommy or daddy or grandparent, and the relationship between a child and that significant adult in his/her life. I Need a Hug and Giggle Box were two of my favorites that, though they were silly and simple, explored the special bond between a parent and child. I’ve continued emphasizing that relationship through almost all my books since then.

As my little listeners grew and began reading on their own, my work grew, too. The stories became longer and a little more complex. It was a challenge for me to write at that level sometimes—to stay within a young child’s vocabulary. I have to confess, there were times when I just couldn’t find the right word and I’d say to myself, Well, it’s good for them to learn a new vocabulary word now and then! The keyword was imagination and I let it fly! I took the special interests of my special kids and wrote stories that would excite their imaginations, as well. Joshua loved music and cowboys, so I wrote a story about a little dragon from England named Pifflewomp who dreamed of being a singing cowboy. Benjamin was into robots and space, so What Happened When W.I.L.B.U.R. Lost His Whistle was perfect for him. (W.I.L.B.U.R. stands for Wonderful Intergalactic Laser-Blasting Utility Robot) Melissa loved fairies so I wrote Sleeping Cutie and its sequel Glorianna’s Gift, both of which were chock full of flower fairies, woodland pixies, elves and garden gnomes. It was a joy to me to hear that most of my books were still being shared between the children and their parents during their special bonding moments.

And then came the “chapter books,” as the kids called them. “Grandma, could you write me a book with chapters in it?” Sara asked a few years ago. It was my first attempt to write a novel—and once I started, I was hooked! I loved the research (thank goodness for the internet!) I loved bringing a whole cast of characters to life in a depth that couldn’t really be done in the shorter books. I loved seeing how those characters dictated the direction the story would go. I might have a flimsy outline in mind when I started, but it was always a surprise to me how it turned out in the end. I was so excited and proud when I finished my first novel! It was almost as if I’d given birth all over again! (Well, almost…)

Something unexpected happened after I finished that first novel. I discovered I couldn’t let go of those characters, and so I went on, and on, and on to write my first series. Those characters became old friends to me, and to my young readers, as well. I’d hear them in my head (sounds creepy, I know, but it really wasn’t) or I’d see a situation in real life and think to myself, That’s just like Skeeter! (one of my characters.) My grandkids and I would share a giggle now and then when we’d recall, out of the blue, some scene from one of the books starring our “old friends.”

I made some other discoveries, as well. I found that I could write for boys, after all! A few years earlier a cousin had suggested I write a book (or books) for boys after the vein of the American Girl books. At the time I had pooh-poohed the idea, thinking I knew nothing about what boys liked. Necessity is the mother of invention, though, and when my grandsons came along and wanted “chapter books,” too—well, somehow Grandma came through and started turning out stories about knights and pirates and cowboys. Actually, I discovered that boys and girls aren’t that different in what they like to read. They all like adventure and mystery and comedy. The girls ended up loving the boys’ series about knights, and the boys were enjoying the girls’ mystery series. Cool!

So hopefully, we’ll all live happily ever after as Grandma keeps cranking out the stories. It’s special for them; it’s fun for me. They all tell me I’m their favorite author and my books are the best. (That’s right, kids—keep stroking Grandma’s ego so she’ll keep on writing!) Someday I would like to write for adults, too, but with all these grandkids, and perhaps more to come, I can barely produce more than one book a year for each of them. I guess someday I’ll get to write grown-up books—when the kids grow up. In the meantime, I love writing for kids. What a wonderful gift the Lord has given me—to share this special bond with the children I love. Whether I ever get to share my books with other children or not, it is enough to me to be their favorite author!

iluvwords

I have a friend whose username is iluvwords. She’s a proofreader, so that moniker seems fitting. I love words, too—especially the printed word. I love to read. Reading has been such a huge part of my life. While my friends and siblings received toys as gifts, the birthdays and Christmases of my youth included new books, and once even a bookcase in which to hold them. Now, to my sorrow, I don’t have the time to read that I would like. It’s like eating chips—once I start, I don’t want to stop, so there are times I don’t dare start.

Words of my mouth – I used to be a talker, but it seems the older I get, the more I prefer to listen. I think I learned in my thirties that the more I opened my mouth, the more inclined I was to stick my foot in it. I still talk, of course, but I’m not nearly as talkative as some of my sisters or friends. (They may beg to differ, of course!) Listening leads to learning, and I would hope learning would bring on at least a small measure of wisdom. At my age, my children and grandchildren look to me for a little wisdom now and then. Unfortunately they’re more likely to get a laugh out of what comes out of my mouth. Ah, well…

I used to be a speaker, as well. I loved to teach and lead Bible studies, I loved to speak at women’s retreats and banquets, and lead devotions at various meetings. Age does funny things to you, though. You would think the more experience one gained, the easier it would become, but in my case, the older I got, the more nervous I became about public speaking until finally it turned into down-right stage fright. “It’s not about you, Cindy—it’s about the message!” I would chide myself, but it didn’t seem to help, and gradually I just quit speaking.

Words from my pen – All along I had been writing those Bible studies, devotions, and messages. I would often think, “Thank you, Lord! I love this. If only I didn’t have to get up there now and deliver it!” Little did I know the Lord was about to drastically change my path.

First, He closed the door on the ministry my husband and I had in Colorado and moved us back to Indiana. Suddenly I was no longer a pastor’s wife, and many of the opportunities I had once had to speak and lead were gone.

Secondly, the Lord began filling my life with little grandchildren, nephews and nieces. What began as simply, “Tell me a story, Grandma!” turned into, “Would you please write those stories down, Mom, so the kids can still hear them when we move?”

Third, my husband bought me my first computer and the words began to flow. Storytelling became story-writing and as the kids grew we moved from simple rhymes to bedtime stories to picture books and then on to “chapter books,” as the kids called them. The more kids I was writing for, the more prolific I became. I couldn’t bear to disappoint them. Over the next eight or ten years I wrote thirty children’s books, fourteen of them novels.

The fourth thing was perhaps the most important one. Our son became very ill and eventually became totally bedridden and housebound. My role became not just Mom but 24/7 primary caregiver, and suddenly I had all the time in the world to write as I sat by his bedside and took care of him. Writing became my passion and creative outlet in those quiet years at home.

Words from my heart – There came a point when I had to decide what I hoped to accomplish with my writing. I absolutely loved entertaining my young readers. To hear their enthusiasm and anticipation for the next book was truly very gratifying. They were really the ones who pushed me toward seeking publication. “Please, at least try to get published, Grandma,” my eldest granddaughter pleaded. “There are thousands of kids out there that would love your books.” A fan letter from a little girl I’d never met reiterated the same thing. “Think of all those children you can reach for Jesus,” she added. My husband had a more practical motive for encouraging me to try to get my work published. “Sell your books so I can retire!” he would joke.

As I prayed about embarking upon the long, arduous road toward publishing my work, I made a commitment to the Lord. Entertaining the kids was great. Seeing my name in print would be wonderful. A real “career” would fulfill a lifelong dream. A little extra income certainly wouldn’t hurt (although I’ve tried to disabuse my husband of the notion that he could retire on what I sold!) What I longed for most of all, though, and what I committed to the Lord, was that if I was going to do this, if I was going to continue with this great passion of mine to write, it was going to be for Him, a ministry that I prayed would not only entertain, but inspire and influence young people. I wanted my work to uphold godly values and present Jesus Christ as Lord. I wanted to provide characters who would be strong role models of high character, faith and Christian values, and I prayed my work would inspire God-honoring qualities in their own lives.

What happens now remains to be seen. I’ve barely started on this journey toward publication. Whether my audience remains small or grows to the “thousands” my young readers so optimistically envision doesn’t really matter. It is enough for me that the Lord uses my words wherever He sees fit and for His glory. This, I feel, ought to be the heartfelt prayer and commitment of the Christian author.