Tuesday, April 2, 2013

He Found Me

As you already know, I’ve been trying to set up publicity for my book release in the form of blog appearances. These entail the blog administrators sending me interviews to fill out and return by a certain date so that they can be prepped and posted on their sites. One of the questions I’ve encountered repeatedly in a variety of different formats is:

What made you want to write romance?

I don’t know. I can’t put a finger on the why or the when romance first appealed to me. I know what romantic movie first broke my heart and made me cry. I was a toddler and my mother was astonished by my understanding and empathy for the heroine. Maybe that was the start of my own love affair with romance. I know the name of the first romance novel I read; I still own it. But there was no defining moment when I sat up and said okay this is my genre.

But what I do know is writing romance comes easy when you’re lucky enough to be living your very own happily ever after. You see, my knight in slightly tarnished armor? He found me.

Twice.

The first time we were in high school. The year was 1992 and he loved me so intensely that of course I broke his heart. Then in September of 2009 he found me again, this time on Facebook.  I was thirty-three, divorced, raising two girls and not in the greatest place financially. He came over to take a walk and catch up. When I answered the door and he looked at me, I felt like a goofy fifteen year old all over again. When the initial fireworks and butterflies faded, I was amazed to find that what remained was solid. Thank God he felt the same. We’ve barely been apart a day since and we are engaged to be married next spring - only 22 years after our first kiss.
 

I love you, Nicky.
 

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

 

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