It has taken me a long time to publicly confess to my chick lit addiction. I used to cower on the Tube in shame, hiding the curlicued covers of my chick lit novels. It felt wrong, somehow -- an admission that I liked reading about high heels and love triangles.
Well, guess what? I do like reading about high heels and love triangles. I enjoy tales about shopping, hunky men and office romances. I'm out and I'm proud.
And I love writing it even more. I tried my hand at serious women's fiction for awhile, but it felt laboured and forced. I can't tell you have much fun I'm having writing my current WIP, The Hating Game, about a man-eating woman who winds up on a dating game-show... only to be confronted with a string of her exes as contestants. In what other genre could I write about reality TV, mud-wrestling and the Isle of Wight? (I'll discuss my reality show addiction later...)
So, yes. I am addicted to chick lit novels, both writing and reading. And I'm not going to hide it any longer.