So I am a member of a writing group and the other day I was chatting with one of the more successful (i.e. making money on Amazon) authors. She challenged me for writing in so many genres…inspirational romance, mystery/suspense and of course…kinky smut. She said that the ‘formula’ was write in one genre, write lots and do series. I thought two out of three ain’t bad.
Then a day or two after our chat she posted a blog to the group about an author, who did the same thing I do. Well, worse actually. He wrote action/adventure, mystery and non-fiction. But all of it got me to thinking. I realized something: no matter what category/genre a Tara Neale story falls into they have some things in common. I hate to sound pretentious as an erotic writer…but central themes of my body of work. So what are they? What is unique about a Tara Neale story?
1) Life sucks. You are not going to see a Tara Neale story with a Christian Grey, spoiled little rich boy character. My heroes and heroines have problems…autistic children, PTSD, body image issues, their families fucked them up or over. Not that I think spoiled rich boys ain’t got issues, but I know so few of them that it is hard for me to identify with. What’s more that type tends not to want to admit they have problems. I prefer ‘real’ people, i.e. as fucked up as I am and not too proud to admit it.
Two other things that I believe in too…are Fate and Choice. I had said before that this is my favorite poem of all time. Fate brought you to those roads. But you alone decide which you will take. Sven decided to bring her back to Ægir’s Captive. Even Kirsty decided in the end with both Bjorn and Petrine…to stay. But the one, who I admire the most, the one who has taken the biggest risk…is Bjorn, because he is doing the hardest thing of all…being transparent with himself and Kirsty about his feelings. That is the hardest thing in this world that we humans will ever do…make ourselves vulnerable to someone else, which leads me to…
2) Love is the only thing that makes it worth living. Your career/job ain’ gonna do it. Your car can crash. (Christian Grey’s helicopter too.) That house you worked so hard for can burn to the ground. Those gadgets that we all work so f’ing hard to buy will be out-of-date within months. You won’t see a whole long description of the designer outfit that the heroine is wearing cause she has more sense than to waste her money on such things…clothes are to be functional and to be gotten out of as quickly as possible. Things don’t matter…people do.
Lovers…children…friends. That is what will save you. Make you a better person. And give you a reason to go on when everything around you is falling apart. When you face death, you will not be thinking…damn, I really wish I could stick around just long enough for the release of the I-Watch. Unless it is a dream like being a writer, most of us will not even think about ‘jobs.’
It will be people we think about…that old girlfriend that we cheated on and wished we had not, the recitals that we missed because of that project at work that in the end meant so little, all the times we turned him away in anger or because we were not the mood. It will not even be the things that we did…but what we did not do. Apologies we never gave, dreams not followed, those three little words that we never said enough…or said to that person we should have.
3) Kinky sex is absolutely the BEST way to show someone you love them. Way to many of my readers write me about their ‘name only’ marriages and honestly I never know what to say. I could never do it (trust me…I tried for five years and never would again). Sex is a form of communication…it says, no, shouts, screams, that you care for this person. You will never, ever find one of my characters using sex as a weapon. That is a cardinal sin in this girl’s book.
And I practice what I preach…not even on my death bed, especially not then, would I turn away someone I loved. One of my ex-husband’s favorite sex session was when I was sick, had the flu and was burning up with fever. He could not stop talking about how hot my pussy was.
And I can hear some of you saying…if I ain’t in the mood, I ain’t putting out. Trust me…once things get going you will be surprised at how quickly you get in the mood. I remember seeing some TV show about this couple, who were on the verge of divorce. They decided that they would make love every day…whether they felt like it or not. It saved their marriage…and those two ‘fucking’ glowed.
Am I saying it has to be whips and chains all the f’ing time? No, the average sex session takes ten to fifteen minutes. If you can’t be bothered to invest that amount of time each and every day into this person that you supposedly ‘love’ then let them go…and find someone that will. And you find someone that you will want to as well.
Yeah, I know…depression, illness, children, finances, anger…but if you make the effort sex cures just about everything except major illnesses. And let’s go back to the what-if…little blue pills ain’t working, you still gots two hands, ten fingers, a mouth/tongue…and for the truly kinky among us…ten little toesies. There are also toys…hell, kinksters…check out the fridge if you get desperate enough.
So whether it is Kirsty and her guys, Petrine and Olaf, Jill and Daniel (The Arrangement), Sargent Mike (Esther’s Story and My Country Tis of Thee), Rex Ranger (Night Walker’s Woman) or any of the dozen more that I am slowly working through…Tara Neale stories have loads in common. And most importantly of all…Happily Ever After. I know we cannot always have that in ‘real’ life so writing allows me the chance to correct that. Not that the roads are straight and narrow. Not that there will not be loads of pumps along the way. Not that it will not take them a while to get there…but in the end…almost all of my characters do…find their…
And they lived happily ever after…
That is what I wish for all of you too!