The Annual Romance Writers of America Conference makes up for a year of lonely workdays in a single week. I’ve been home from the conference for a few days now and I can officially look back and discuss some of the themes, trends, and moods that I witnessed this year and what excites me most about being part of the romance writers community.
But the one thing that a book must have to count as a romance novel at all is either a Happily Ever After or Happily For Now. The reader goes into the story knowing that everything is going to turn out all right in the end, better than all right, no matter how dire the circumstances may seem.
Every writer has their own style and approach to a story. Some research first, others outline and plan, and some dive right in with nothing more than a name and a vague idea for where their novel might end up. As you can probably guess, I’m not one of those people.
I got to sit down with my darling friend Elizabeth to chat Nicole Kidman, the Underground Railroad and her new release, Bootleg Love Affair!
Crying at books has always been a staple. But what I wasn’t expecting, on that sunny Saturday morning in May, late into my junior year of high school, was to fear them.
In my own defense, there aren’t nearly enough dirty words to properly express my thoughts, so I do have to reuse them from time to time. Or time to time to time.
I have been given a lot of advice. And while a great deal of it has been good (and, naturally, a great deal has been truly terrible as well,) nothing has yet come to claim the crown as these simple words from my grandfather.