the husband: how much money do you think the romance novel industry makes per year?
the baron: i don't remember, but i read that article too.
the husband: $1 billion!
the baron: so, uh, can we write a romance novel?
the husband: right, there's a woman, her husband dies, then she goes to visit her cousin...
the baron: right, okay. there's a woman, she lives in maryland, her husband works for the state department and dies tragically. so she goes to california to visit her cousin-
the husband: no, she can't go to california. she has to go somewhere less glamorous than that.
the baron: what, like utah? colorado? i can only write about things that i know, and i know maryland and california. ok, what if her husband dies a tragic death in california and she comes to maryland?
the husband: not depressing enough. there has to be a fish out of water element, and an everywoman element. you have to juxtapose the glamorous with the banal.
the baron: alright. her husband dies and-
the husband: she becomes a secretary?! we can call it 'love in the secretary pool"!
the baron: oh, god. not a secretary. she goes to colorado to... see her cousin... and, uh, to work with dogs?
the husband: and we call it 'love on the dog trails'!!
the baron: oh, god.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
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I think this is not the dumbest plot ever in regards to romance novels. I had my romance novel moment when I was like, 12, so I would know. I think you should give it a shot. If writing it doesn't kill you.
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