Sunday night the Saints won (Geaux Saints) and I finished my novel. All 90 thousand words of it. It’s the longest book I’ve written in two years. I was filled with elation. Huge elation, tremendous happiness and relief. Then Monday morning I started editing it.
Its not that the writing wasn’t good. It was. It was just that it wasn’t necessarily as I remembered it. Things I’d thought she’d said, she didn’t quite say, things I thought he did, he didn’t quite do.
So I’m still writing…a lot. And that’s why I don’t have much of a blog today.
I do, however, have a question and I know how you all love my questions.
Why do you read romance?
I read it for the Happy Ever After, even in the Paranormal.
Why do you read it?