I’m very annoyed by something. I don’t know if I really should be annoyed by it, but the fact is I am.
Here’s what happened. I was reading a popular blog the other day and happened onto a comment by a writer. She said, and I quote: “other writers like me who write clean romance.”
She then went on to mention “clean romance” three more times in the same paragraph.
I have heard romances classified as warm – as opposed to scorching. Or sweet, or even “fade to black”. In other words, there is no sex in the book. Or it’s alluded to, or they’re just friends, or the book ends when they get married.
The word “clean” strikes me as pejorative. What’s the opposite of clean? Dirty. Does that mean anyone who writes a romance that doesn’t end at the bedroom door is guilty of writing “dirty romance”?
Picture me stamping my feet, putting my fists on my hips and having a hissy fit. My books aren’t dirty. When a character has sex with a another character it is the natural progression of their relationship. My characters are engaged in monogamous relationships. Sex is a natural function and one that develops that relationship. But dirty?
How utterly insulting.
Maybe I should just re-label my books. I write CLEAN books. Oh, by the way, there’s sex in them.