by Kevin Symmons
(note from Rhonda Penders - Kevin is an author with The Wild Rose Press and asked to be a guest blogger on our site in anticipation of the RWA National Conference this year being held in Anaheim, California beginning July 25.)
I ran to catch
the elevator at the Marriott Wardman Park
in Washington , D.C. It was a humid July afternoon at the
2009 Nationals. I was returning to the building after having been shuttled
outside with thousands of other guests. It was the day after the horrific
Mumbai terrorist attacks and something had happened. We spent thirty minutes
sweating in the noontime heat and were allowed to return to the hotel never to
discover what the threat had been. Many slept with one eye open and our running
shoes next to the bed that night. I know I did! Some initiation for a
first-time National Conference attendee. But threats and
paranoia aside, I was pleased with myself. I’d met Donald Maass, esteemed
literary agent, in the coffee line, Nora Roberts in the lobby and been inspired
by a talk from Eloisa James, whose latest Duchess novel
I had recently finished.I caught the
elevator and got in with two charming and lovely attendees whose name tags I
sneaked a look at. No household names, but both wore the PAN label I coveted.They looked at
me, my name tag and then each other.
To say they wore curious expressions would
be an exercise in understatement. I nodded politely
and turned around to press my floor, when one of the women cleared her throat,
took my arm, and asked me, “What are you doing here?”Pushy, yes…but
nonetheless a good question, I thought as I swallowed deeply? After all, I was
a man. One of a tiny handful, hopelessly outnumbered by this feminine army of
more than 2,500 romance writers. I was well aware of the sobering statistic
that 98-plus percent of all romance novels were written by women. A lesser man
might have skulked away and huddled in the corner, but in an earlier life I’d
been tested in the scorching fires of what were euphemistically known as America ’s
“smokestack” industries. I’d suffered a brutal trial by ordeal! These women
were way out of their league.I smiled;
mustering every ounce of sweetness I possessed and answered, “I write romance
novels. How about you?”They stole a
glance at each other and nodded politely. We finished our brief encounter with
a pleasant thirty seconds of conversation before reaching our respective
floors.But their
question was on point. Very much so.
My reading tastes had always included
McCullough, Ellis and Nathaniel Philbrick. I enjoyed novels, but denser, more
intense offerings like those of Ken Follett or literary things like Cold Mountain , The Kite Runner and Cormac McCarthy’s The Road.
When I’d contemplated my maiden voyage to the Nationals, part of my soul said,
“Save the money and stay home!” I’d been mentored by talented and prolific
author (and past RWA President) Jo Ann Ferguson (aka Jocelyn Kelley). Jo Ann
helped build my sagging confidence by reassuring me that RWA had once been lead
by Harold Lowry, aka Leigh Greenwood… a man! I had also read many offerings of
Nicholas Sparks and a talented author named Richard Paul Evans. But their work
was women’s fiction not pure romance (too many POVs and too few HEA endings!) I
knew the odds were still stacked heavily against me.Perhaps it was my
masochistic nature or pure stubbornness, but despite the sobering statistics
and veritable mountain of information that should have dissuaded me from this
absurd, alien pursuit, for some reason, when I sat down at my laptop what
emerged was a novel that quickly morphed into a romance titled When Summer Ends (aka Landfall)
with little or no help from its author.
For even
novitiate authors this spontaneous development of character and plot is well
known. One of my favorite workshop leaders, Kate Flora, told a wonderful story
about what Stephen King refers to as this organic approach to writing. Kate
explained that she had gone home late one night to take her heroine out for a
drive so they could come to an understanding. Non-writers would
have tiptoed out the back door and called the shrinks. But after working on my
first novel for only a month I knew exactly what she was talking about. The
characters and plot did seem to grow organically on their own.As I stood in the
Marriott lobby waiting for my friends and surveyed the attendees I did have a
moment of self doubt. Did I, a humble squire, belong here with these queens and
princesses, the royalty of the romance genre? Damn right, I
did!
For the next two
days I attended every class and workshop I could, finding a special interest in
those that dealt with the paranormal. By the time I got back to my Cape Cod home, an idea had begun to take shape. After
seemingly endless hours of analysis and tutorials on vampires, witches (my
personal favorite), daemons and zombies, what had been an unassuming YA project
would be transformed into a paranormal. Courtney, my beautiful young heroine,
would become the embodiment of a thousand year-old Wiccan Goddess.Apparently the
paranormal thing was the charm (excuse the pun!). After two novels and many
rejections, Rite of Passage sold
to The Wild Rose Press in September of 2011.The talented and
charming young editor of this specialty romance house who bought the novel
actually told me that, “Some of the most insightful authors she’d shared the
podium with were actually men!” Now, we have a wonderful working relationship
and I mean no disrespect but it does bring home my point. My publisher has over
300 authors. How many men? Though the
pseudonym thing is difficult to breakthrough, if you said three you’d win the
grand prize.
Why am I writing
this? It’s simple. In hopes that the next time an elevator full of you lovely,
talented mavens of romance spy a man with a badge (one that relates to a
conference and is not accompanied by a gun and a set of handcuffs) you’ll take
pity on him… or us and the tiny minority who’ve decided to pursue this
difficult path to literary success.If you want to
hear more or pursue the discussion in depth, join me and Arlene Kay, my writing
partner at this year’s NEC-RWA where we’ll be presenting a unique and fun-filled
session titled, “He said… She Said.” That’s right—it’s all about the
male/female perspective in romance writing!Hope to see you
there!ë
Writer,
college faculty member, and president of one of the Northeast’s most respected writing organizations, Kevin Symmons most recent work, Rite of Passage, is a paranormal tale to keep you turning pages late into the night. His other efforts include Voices, a sweeping women’s fiction work that brings to light the tragic problem of domestic violence in contemporary America .
He has also collaborated with award winning screenwriter,
playwright, and Professor Barry Brodsky who has
adapted one of Kevin’s story ideas to the screen. Kevin is currently at work on his next novel, a romantic thriller set near his Cape Cod home. Visit him at www.ksymmons.com.