Inaugural Posting

Welcome to the ramblings of my mind. So delighted you could join me. Sit back, pull up a chair and allow me to offer you a cup of coffee. I'll leave the sequencing of events to you. Meanwhile, let's delve right in, shall we?
Often, when considering my novel Crimson Footprints, the painful issue of genre is brought up. At first glance, the question seems simple enough. After all, historical fiction, sci fi, horror and romance have specific criteria that must be met to properly apply the title. Horror is generally a body of work that aims to instill--you guessed it--horror in the reader. Historical fiction is one that takes place--you're absolutely right--a given point in history, and romance is a tale of two falling in love.
Hmm. This last one irks me.
What if the story of love takes place in the year 1732? Between a Native American and European? And both the hero and heroine change fundamentally because of their love.
Sounds like a romance novel I read last week, you might say. But in addition to romance, I've included the defining criteria for historical fiction and literature (that of the metamorphosis of character)in our made up romance.
Funny, they say that romance is all fluff.
Think I'll create a new subgenre. We'll call it serious literary romance. More about that next time.