I watched an old movie the other night where the heroine seriously tugged down her half shirt, reclasped the buckle on her four-inch slingbacks and ran into the woods because she thought she heard a noise. The bad guy was waiting and I thought… “Get her. Come on, bad guy. You deserve a win.”
Often in writing the writer needs to get the heroine alone. Either for a showdown or for some comic relief. But how this happens is the true challenge. Would any woman with a brain really head into a showdown with the ultimate bad guy without inviting the hero and his big old gun along? Really? Even if she was way mad at the hero for whatever reason? Um…no. Girls with brains take the trained guy with the gun. Girls with brains stand BEHIND the big guy with loaded gun. In fact, really really smart girls give the trained hero a map to the showdown and go to the mall instead.
Rumor has it chicklit is dead. I love chicklit. The sexy humor is fantastic. But the days of the out of work hairdresser turning into a detective to save the client she met once…are over. We like heroines with brains. And smart women don’t go half-dressed into a drug lord’s warehouse to find evidence to help an old buddy. We call the guy with the gun.
I truly think chicklit is about to explode onto the scene again. Maybe being called “Upbeat Women’s Fiction…” but most of us know it’s still chicklit. We need the humor. We need the fun. And if it’s written right, if the heroine somehow does find herself facing off with the bad guy alone…it has to be plausible. It will be.