Two weeks ago, I was shopping with a gift card I’d received over the holidays when I met Her.
She was The Reader.
When I think of my readers these days, I think of Her, the woman who rang up my purchases. She was bubbly and friendly and when she found out I was on one last clothing binge before moving away to throw myself into my writing, she asked what sort of stuff I wrote.
My shopping companion immediately said, “Zombie Erotica.”
Her eyes lit up.
“It’s not exactly zombie erotica,” I said. “Zombies aren’t that sexy when it comes to… er, the sex part. Bits fall off. It’s more paranormal erotica/urban fantasy/sci-fi.” I was covering my bases.
But I did think, wow, the term zombie erotica has a nice ring.
“What’s your name?” The clerk asked and pulled out a pen and a scrap of paper.
I gave her my name and my website address.
When we left the store, my shopping companion said, “That’s Her. That’s your reader. When you write, think of her.”
And I do. Thank you.