Twice now I’ve had a fellow author tell me that they feel marginalized because people consider my writing and theirs to be fluff. Fluff, meaning it isn’t real writing and contains little literary value. My friends all seem appalled by this classification but I’m actually okay with it. My books aren’t going to solve any world issues or yank you through the emotional wringer, which is fine because that isn’t my goal. I want to write a happy story that gives you that sense of romantic satisfaction in the end. And whenever I read an email from a fan who tells me my books helped get them through some dark times in their lives I feel pretty damn good about my fluff.
Granted my books aren’t going to solve world hunger and ninety-percent of the time won’t make you cry (yes I know Bonded Broken has a sad scene) but if at the end of the book you’ve laughed a few times and had a contented feeling at the end then I’ve done my job. As to whether I’m a real writer…well, I have over eighty titles to my name so I’m pretty sure I’ve answered that question. I think there’s room for all kinds of writing and they each have their niche to fill. When someone has had a hard day and is more concerned to learn if a human can handle his two dragon shifter mates than solving complex societal issues, one of my books is the kind they choose. So maybe I should change my tagline to be “happiness through romance”. Goes off to ponder happy fluffy thoughts.