I
don’t pay a huge amount of attention to the latest hot topics in the market. Even
if I wanted to write what’s currently popular, I’d never keep up.
I write too slowly. By the time I published my fashionable opus, the
trends would have changed.
On
the other hand, I’m somewhat aware of what’s the current rage,
simply because I know so many authors and host so many of them here
at my blog. For instance, I know that step-brother romances were
selling like hot cakes a few months ago. Before that it was
billionaires, of course, though I guess they’re now a bit passé.
A few days ago, a colleague informed me that the absolutely latest,
up and coming sub-genre is sports romance. Looking at the posts that
come through my Triberr stream, I think she’s right.
Oh
dear.
I
admire my fellow authors who can make sweaty, smelly, macho guys seem
sexy. Muscle pain and locker rooms, cut throat competition, a focus
on physical perfection—I’m
sorry, but that’s so not me...!
I’m
a dancer, but I’ve never had any attraction to sports, of any kind.
In general, I’m a bit of a klutz, except when the music starts. And
I have to say, I find most sports utterly boring. I know I’m not
making many friends here. Many of you love tennis, or basketball, or
soccer, or track and field, and probably you’d love to read a story
about these activities.
Sorry,
but you’ll have to find someone else to write it. (And of course,
given its burgeoning popularity, you will...)
It’s
funny. I can imagine penning a tale in almost any sub-genre. I’m
willing to write way over the edge, too. Things that some people
might find distinctly disturbing not infrequently find their way into
my work. But sports? Turns my stomach, I’m afraid.
Sorry.
By
the way, while I have your attention, let me remind you that all my
books are still half off at Smashwords, until Sunday. That means you
can get The
Gazillionaire and the Virgin
for only $2.50, and Slush
for free.
Okay,
so they’re not the latest, hottest subgenre. But darn it, they’re
good!
