Label it 'Chic Lit'... I Don't Mind
Really- this whole uproar regarding chic lit's *worthiness* is absolutely hilarious (if you are not in the know see this and this, and possibly this). Does anyone else see its hilarity? Are we looking a gift horse in its mouth?
Come one PEOPLE! Coming from a writer--one who would give my left arm (okay maybe my left pinky toe because I need my arm because it is peripheral that holds my hand which I need to type in a somewhat quick manner)--LABEL my shit (err, I mean writing). I DON'T CARE! Really. If you are a publisher that want to pick my book up, put pretty pink, baby blue, or mint green cartoonish covers with women with teeny, tiny legs and wastes--GO FOR IT! You won't get any complaints from me. Not a one.
I am a chic lit writer--and these days specifically working on Mommy Lit. Label me. Use me. Market the book. I won't complain. Hell, I label myself to query you, to get YOU to look at my lastest manuscript.
I will not grumble about no one taking me seriously. Because really, would anyone take ANY book seriously if it had a Fabio genie that appears out of a dish soap bottle? I thought so. And if you are publishing my book--who am I to complain? My work is ENTERTAINMENT! Get the hoity-toity, I am a literary snob attitudes out of the way--I write light, humorous books, that I want people to read in a short time with little thinking capacity... because, well, can we really take each other THAT seriously? My God. I just want people to read the damn books I write.
So consider this an advertisement (Harper Collins? Simon & Schuster? Random House? You listening?):
Come one PEOPLE! Coming from a writer--one who would give my left arm (okay maybe my left pinky toe because I need my arm because it is peripheral that holds my hand which I need to type in a somewhat quick manner)--LABEL my shit (err, I mean writing). I DON'T CARE! Really. If you are a publisher that want to pick my book up, put pretty pink, baby blue, or mint green cartoonish covers with women with teeny, tiny legs and wastes--GO FOR IT! You won't get any complaints from me. Not a one.
I am a chic lit writer--and these days specifically working on Mommy Lit. Label me. Use me. Market the book. I won't complain. Hell, I label myself to query you, to get YOU to look at my lastest manuscript.
I will not grumble about no one taking me seriously. Because really, would anyone take ANY book seriously if it had a Fabio genie that appears out of a dish soap bottle? I thought so. And if you are publishing my book--who am I to complain? My work is ENTERTAINMENT! Get the hoity-toity, I am a literary snob attitudes out of the way--I write light, humorous books, that I want people to read in a short time with little thinking capacity... because, well, can we really take each other THAT seriously? My God. I just want people to read the damn books I write.
So consider this an advertisement (Harper Collins? Simon & Schuster? Random House? You listening?):
Are you an editor willing to work with a non-complaining, hardworking writer, who has no aversions to being labeled as a Chic Lit/Mommy Lit Writer?
I'm an author, one who just wants to write entertaining books for young women (20, 30, and 40 somethings)--especially women who are mothers. Label me. I don't care. I'll take the pink covers with unrealistic women flashing their legs about. I won't rave about deeper meanings in the prose or how I would like to be taken seriously--because really, I just want people to enjoy the damn book. Period. And of course to be published.
