What is â€˜cleanâ€™ fiction?
I want to thank Nancy for having me on her blog today! Today is a big day for me, a one day blog blitz (13 blogs) to get the word out about my new book, SAINT SLOAN.
Have you ever heard of â€˜cleanâ€™ fiction? There is a bit of a debate when it comes to the difference between clean and sweet. I think the answer depends on who you talk to. I consider myself a â€˜cleanâ€™ author (and not just because I take a bath every nightâ€¦ bad, bad joke). I donâ€™t put swear words or â€˜pink partsâ€™ in my novels. They definitely deal with social issues and donâ€™t hold back on the storyline, but they arenâ€™t littered with bad words or â€˜dirtyâ€™ things.
Personally, they are the kinds of books I like to read.
I think you can get your point across without swearing. What do you do if your characters cuss? Well, Iâ€™ve had that issue before. There was a scene in my first book CROSSING THE DEEP where the character HAD to cuss (there was no way around it). I just wrote he shouted an expletive into the woods. That got the point across and I didnâ€™t have to spell it out for people (yay on both counts).
Are you a fan of â€˜cleanâ€™ fiction? If you are, I invite you to check out my books. They deal with difficult issues, but in respectful ways.
Want to know what clean/YA fiction actually is? Hereâ€™s an excerpt from SAINT SLOAN
â€œThatâ€™s a good question.â€ Aaronâ€™s voice boomed from the
kitchen entryway. Sloan jumped when she heard it. Ray said he
slept until ten, and it was barely eight. Friday night she had been so
appreciative of him. Now, thanks to the testimonies of others, she
was nervous to see him.
He looked tired with messy hair, wrinkled navy blue work
pants, and a dayâ€‘old beard. Despite herself, she couldnâ€™t take her
eyes off him, specifically his lack of a shirt. Aaron had his arms
crossed over his wellâ€‘built chest and leaned on the door facing.
â€œWhy did you tell Miss Sloan to stay away from me, brother?â€
Sloan tore her eyes away from Aaronâ€™s biceps in time to see
Ray lean back in his chair and cross his arms as well, almost as if
accepting a challenge. â€œBecause, brother, for all of your good
qualities, you can still be a jerk sometimes.â€
â€œRuns in the family.â€ Aaron smirked as he walked into the
room and grabbed a paper plate. He piled the last remaining pieces
of pizza on it and got a soda from the fridge. He turned a seat
around and sat at the head of the table next to Sloan, putting her
smack dab in the middle of them. â€œWhat ya working on?â€
Sloan forced her eyes to stay on his and not venture down
his very long, very muscular, very kissableâ€¦â€œBiology,â€ she said
quickly. â€œWeâ€™re studying biology.â€ Donâ€™t look at his neckâ€¦ donâ€™t look
at his neck.
â€œBiology. Not chemistry.â€ He winked at his brother, who
â€œWhat are you doing up so early?â€
â€œWhy? Have a special evening planned with your lady
friend here?â€ Aaron grinned at Sloan.
â€œNot if you count homework as fun.â€
â€œI donâ€™t. Thatâ€™s why I dropped out.â€
â€œYou dropped out?â€ Sloan asked before she could stop
Aaron wiped his mouth with a paper towel and narrowed
his eyes. â€œKinda had to after Ma left. Got my GED and never
looked back. I guess Ray told you the whole sordid affair.â€
â€œA lot of it, I guess. Iâ€™m sorry she left you like that.â€
â€œDonâ€™t be. It was the best thing sheâ€™d ever done for us, right,
Ray? To answer your question, brother, I have to go into work early
tonight, nine instead of eleven. At least itâ€™s overtime. Money.â€
â€œI didnâ€™t know,â€ Ray said.
Aaron shrugged. â€œI didnâ€™t tell. But it worked out well. I got
to spend time with my little brother and his new woman.â€
â€œIâ€™m not his woman,â€ Sloan said, then tried to backtrack. â€œI
mean, I donâ€™t mean that I wouldnâ€™t like to be or there is something
wrong with himâ€¦ but we justâ€¦ metâ€¦ againâ€¦ andâ€¦.â€
Aaron laughed and fell back in his chair. â€œIâ€™m kidding, girl.
Donâ€™t read so much into it.â€
Her phone vibrated on the table, and Sloan panicked. â€œOh,
It was her mom! Sheâ€™d forgotten to text her. Sloan prayed
with everything she had that her mom hadnâ€™t already called the
police. Fine, mom. Sorry. Got carried away talking. Be home soon.
â€œYour mom didnâ€™t call the cops, I hope,â€ Ray said.
â€œThe cops? You use the same line on him that you did on
me?â€ Aaron scoffed with his mouth full of pizza. â€œMan, youâ€™re
â€œSafety first,â€ Sloan said before her phone vibrated again.
Okay. If youâ€™re sure.
She let out a calming breath and put the phone back on the
table. â€œPhew. Momâ€™s okay with all of this, but I really need to get
home. Ray, we got everything finished we intended to do tonight,
â€œRight. We got the outline done. Now all we have to do is
finish writing the blasted thing.â€
â€œFun times.â€ Sloan smiled and put her book back into her
backpack. Once that was done, she grabbed her phone to text her
mom again. â€œIâ€™ll tell my mom to come pick me up on her way
home. It shouldnâ€™t be too much longer.â€
â€œWhy? Iâ€™m going that way,â€ Aaron spoke up as he walked to
the trash can with his plate. â€œI have to be at work at nine anyway.
Why donâ€™t I drop you off?â€
â€œI can drive her.â€ Ray sounded almost defensive.
â€œThat would be silly, Ray. Her house is on my way to work.
It only makes sense for me to take herâ€¦ home.â€ Aaron glared at
Ray, and Ray did the same, with Sloan stuck between them.
â€œItâ€™s fine, Ray. Really. Itâ€™s not like he hasnâ€™t driven me home
before,â€ Sloan said to break the tension. Truthfully, sheâ€™d rather
ride home with Ray but didnâ€™t want to be a burden to him.
â€œSheâ€™s sure. Come on, my dear.â€ Aaron stood behind her
seat and helped her up. The gesture would have been gentlemanly,
even romantic, if he wasnâ€™t doing it just to aggravate Ray. â€œDonâ€™t
stay up too late, little brother. Remember, itâ€™s a school night.â€
Aaron ruffled Rayâ€™s hair before Ray smacked his hand away.
â€œBe careful,â€ Ray said slowly.
â€œI will,â€ he said, helping Sloan get her backpack on.
â€œPrecious cargo and all.â€
â€œThanks for everything, Ray.â€ Sloan smiled and hoped he
understood how much she meant it. â€œSupper was delicious.â€
â€œYou should see what he can do with spaghetti,â€ Aaron said
from behind her.
â€œIâ€™m not lying. Itâ€™s really good. Maybe you can come back
and try it some time.â€
â€œIâ€™d like that,â€ Sloan said, and she meant it. Except for a few
awkward moments, sheâ€™d had a good time.
â€œTomorrow at school weâ€™ll pick another day for you to come
over, if you want,â€ Ray said as he cleaned up his and Sloanâ€™s plates.
â€œItâ€™s a date then,â€ Aaron clapped from the hallway. â€œCome
on, princess. Iâ€™ve got to get a shirt on. Letâ€™s get you home.â€
Sloan followed Aaron to the hall and tuned around to Ray.
He was watching her from the sink and looked sad to see her go.
She wondered if it was more because she was going home or
because she was going with Aaron. Sibling rivalry didnâ€™t seem fun,
not that she would know anything about it. She was an only child.
Taking a deep breath, she walked back to Ray, stood on her
tiptoes, and kissed him on the cheek. â€œThanks for supper.â€
When she leaned away, he smiled and peeked over her head
toward the hallway.
She didnâ€™t have to look to know Aaron was there. Aaron
may have won round one (taking her home), but Ray won round
two (the first kiss). â€œYouâ€™re welcome. See ya at school tomorrow.â€
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Thank you so much for having me here today!
~Kelly Martin is a best selling author of young adult fiction. She has two books: Grace Award nominee CROSSING THE DEEP and Amazon Best selling in Teen/Religion SAINT SLOAN. She has several short stories published and loves to write â€˜twitter fictionâ€™ when sheâ€™s bored. Kelly loves God, is addicted to chocolate, and would rather write than sleep.
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