If asked, I identify as a western romance author. I love the old west. No, I mean I LOVE it and get a thrill out of learning new things about it. Let's face it, I care about the history of the American west more than is probably normal.
Yet, I'm having a bit of a personal renaissance lately...
Maybe it's all the hours I've spent listening to Hamilton. Maybe it's because I've been reading Joanna Shupe's KNICKERBOCKER CLUB series. Maybe it's because I've been watching Ken Burns' Prohibition series and the Jason Momoa series Frontier and just finished the CNN docu-series on the sixties, seventies, and eighties and I'm realizing I'm way more of a history nerd than I previously realized.
There are a lot of stories in American history I want to write. Growing up in northern rural Michigan, I learned about lumbermen and the fur trade and the building of the cherry orchards on Traverse Bay. Living in Chicago for twelve years, I've read about the Great Fire and the Union Stockyards and the undeniable and irresistable gangster past of this city. There are American stories everywhere you look--Prohibition stories, Civil War stories, Colonial stories, Salem Witch stories, Gold rush stories, Nantucket whaler stories, Railroad tycoon stories, Depression stories, New Deal stories, Bawdy Louisiana stories, War of 1812 stories...the list goes on. And as long as people lived through them, there can be love stories of all kinds happening among them.
That, to me, is really exciting.
So I think, going forward, I'll identify as a writer of sexy American historicals.
And I hope you all don't mind. :)