For me reading a writer’s work I sometimes can relate to a character there’s a commonality, but I often find the result wasn’t the same as my own experience. This discovery makes me reassess my decisions and make changes or give me ideas on how to better handle if I’m placed in the same position a second time. Sometimes books choose its readers, and its words are burden with the spirit to uplift or enlighten, maybe educate or merely to trigger memories of forgotten happiness. This is its purpose.
Recently, I joined the Romantic Novelists’ Association. As expected, there are rather more women than men. I thought that the ratio might be 85-15 or 90-10. In fact, it’s more like 99-1, and a few of the male card-carrying members use female pseudonyms. There is a similar story in the readership profile. The extent to which the cover and other aspects of marketing of my first novel Close of Play, a romantic comedy, have been tilted towards the expected female audience has been a fascinating learning experience, as my publisher applies the finishing touches.