Elle Hill

"You *think* I'm feeling passion, bub, but I'm really just trying to catch my breath in this corset." Tall or short, brunette or blonde , mousy or (more likely) modestly and understatedly beautiful: Romance sheroes tend to come in a variety of packages. The two things that stay the same? Their youth and their thinness. I don’t know about you, but I’m sick to my gills of the endless parade of young, thin sheroes. When it comes to portraying younger peeps as if they have a right to all the wisdom I’ve collected as a spicy-smart 38-year-old, I admit I’m as guilty as anyone; my main characters all clock in at under 35. But this is my blog, and I can darn well ignore my faults for now. In this blog post, we’re talking the problem of size diversity – or lack of, therefore -- in the romance genre. Enter Katana, my plus-size protagonist. I’ve mentioned this in prior posts, but in case it escaped your attention, the shero in Hunted Dreams is fat . I never ...

I’m slightly shocked to think I, as a member of this democratic society (It’s actually a republic , -- well, some might even argue it’s a plutocracy or even corporatocracy -- but that’s not really our issue today, right?), have participated in a willful cultural ignorance that has allowed our children to remain perpetually victimized and abused. (By “our” children, I mean, of course, the children of those who have given birth to, adopted, or in some way claimed responsibility for them. I don’t mean to imply I ever have, would, or in any way desire to participate in this messy and pricey process of raising small humans. Oh, and by virtue of empoloying “our,” which is a possessive pronoun, I mean to imply the children also/really belong to us. Americans . As a society.  Maybe not financially, but definitely physically and morally.) An example of one such fat kid who needs our help I speak, of course, of fat kids. It seems we can’t shake a stick without encountering the questi...