Hey! Dear god, Urban Fantasy, back off! This is a love *letter* which means you won’t be receiving this for at least a month or so, depending on your area’s postal service. So stop humping my leg.
Okay. Phew. Onward.
UF, why is it that you continue to fascinate me? Is it your hardened heroes and heroines that never take “No” for an answer and always rise to impossible challenges? Is it the fact that you show us how a normal day at your local grocery store can turn into a hunt for a demon-infested soccer mom? Is it your ability to flip fantasy tropes on their heads, shock me, and tug me along by my nostril-hairs?
Yes. It is all those things and more.
Urban Fantasy…you take so much of my time. I’m a writer, I’m an author, and yet you don’t care. You don’t think about my priorities, do you? All you care about is entertaining me. About dragging me away from my current manuscripts and getting me invested in the plights of wizard detectives, magical moms, fantasy families, and more.
Will I stop reading urban fantasy? Hell no. (Okay, hoping no demons are summoned by my passionate use of “Hell”)
Urban fantasy inspires us all to think beyond our normal routine. To consider that homeless guy you pass by every day in new light. To always doubt our interpretation of reality and imagine what’s left to discover. To hope that the kitchen salt shaker can be used to banish a supernatural stalker. It takes the mundane and makes it magical.
And I wouldn’t trade that for anything.