Fresh FIction Box Not To Miss
Tracy Wolff | Why I Write Romances
Uncategorized / June 15, 2009

A couple months ago, my husband and I were interviewing prospective agents to list our house as we thought we were going to have to move to Dallas for my husband’s job. I bring this up because, as we talked to the agents, all of them asked what we did for a living. My husband is an electrical/environmental engineer and I, of course, am a romance novelist. When we told them this, they all oohed and aahed over my husband’s job (he’s a green guru/save the environment guy/energy efficiency kind of guy) but when it came to my career, two of them—both men, I might add—laughed. “So you write those books?” one asked. “What books?” I responded, more than a little annoyed by his condescending tone. “You know, those trashy books about …” His voice trailed off. “Love?” I inquired sweetly, though with bared teeth. “Life? Family? Happily Ever After?” “Yeah. And, umm—“ The guy was such an idiot he hadn’t yet figured out that it was offensive to refer to my career choice as “trash.” “Oh, you mean sex?” I filled in the blank for him, much to my husband’s embarassment. “Why, yes, real estate agent moron (names have…