On floral frocks (or lack of) and life
I was thinking about my new e-book covers and how pleased I am with them. At last someone has got it right. They are unmistakably feminine designs but bold enough and colourful enough to knock away any thoughts of those floppy, flowery, soft focus, pastel-hued watercolour images so favoured by many publishers for their ‘Women’s Fiction’ and so laughably what women are not really about at all.
The last thing any of my heroines embrace is floppy, flowery or soft focus and if they are involved with pastel-hued watercolour it’s probably because they are attempting to paint with it, probably to grab a little time out of their packed lives for themselves, and probably failing. (NB. Watercolour is the hardest of all painting skills along with fresco. I know, I know, JMWTurner made it look easy but it isn’t…)
The situations I write about (and which many so-called Women’s Fiction authors write about) are simply called life and getting through it in the best way you can. We mostly do not wear floral frocks when we are getting through our women’s lives, we mostly wear things like tee-shirts and leggings and jeans and we might crave a red carpet dress but we’d probably look a bit lumpy in it and feel terrible guilt at not spending the money more practically. And if we live in idyllic little cottages with roses round the door, the roses probably have sharp thorns. Possibly deliberately. So, if you are looking for heroines who swoon into the arms of sun-tanned blokes with white teeth and large cheque books who need to be cured of their pain you probably don’t want to read Mrs Cheek’s oeuvre. If, on the other hand, you want to read about women who apply humour and intelligence and pragmatism to their lives – Oh – and sexiness,too, if they can squeeze that in (pardon the pun) – then you might find what you are looking for in my novels.
The first of these new covers is on ‘Three Men on a Plane’ – I hope both jacket and book will make you smile.