Hi All Raven here again,with my Thursday thoughts…
This is a difficult post to share, because it is very dear to me.
You can’t make people like what you write
By people read friends and family. Specifically, close friends and family.
Now as most of you know, I honestly do not think I write that hot a tale. A bit risqué, a bit kinky maybe, but hopefully humorous, honest, warm and loving.
But I do use ‘words’. Words I do not speak and would not be best pleased to hear my children using in front of me. I do delve into my characters psyche and try to discover why they tick. Words like ‘c**t’ and ‘f**k’ for instance. (I’ve not even written them out in full so as not to offend anyone.)
And heaven help us, I use things I’ve done as well as things I’ve imagined or asked people who do whatever it is. I want to make my stories as realistic as possible. Well okay a shape-shifting leopard might be a bit far fetched to some of you but… how do you know it cant happen?
So this is where things can get sticky. As I’ve said before I lost a very close friend because of what I write She asked me to write other stuff instead and when I said ‘sorry, this is my voice,’ that was it. Bye-bye almost twenty years of friendship, gone just like that.
It hurt, boy did it hurt. But I pulled up my big girl panties and got over it. I had two choices. This is my life, my voice, my vocation if you want to go that far. I can’t change… I do not WANT to change me. And really, no one says anybody has to read it…
And we now get to the hardest part. Family. My hubby is supportive but everything ends in ‘but…’ I think it’s him in overprotective mode, Sir is looking after his sub sort of thing, but sometimes…
Yeah you get the drift.
My children don’t say much. Romance reading is not their thing. That’s fine. I don’t like deep dark horror stories or sci-fi. Each to their own.
We can’t make everyone like what we do. But as hubby said to me one day. ‘You (ie me) enjoy it, get it as correct as you can, are good at what you do (thank you, love, where’s the ‘but’) and people buy it and enjoy it. That is what matters.’ As he also said to me one day, he likes liver, I hate it, I love pears, he doesn’t. But we love each other and accept we can agree to differ.
That’s what matters.
And if someone can’t do that, then it’s up to us to build a bridge and get over it.
So for any of you who do like my books, A Domme called Pet was released yesterday by Evernight Publishing.
Love R x