So last night, I established the fact that yes, I am indeed a writer. If you do not know me personally, you might be wondering what exactly it is that I write.
I mostly write fiction. I dabble in poetry and have a deep appreciation for it, but storytelling is my first love.
And speaking of love…that’s what I mainly write about. Love. I don’t know if my works really count as romance per se. While I would say most have a happy ending, not all of them do and I have often read that HEA is a requirement for a story to be considered a true romance. I also like to throw a lot of other ingredients into the mix of the story and some of those ingredients have teeth, E.g. revolutions, embarrassing secrets, old traumas, etc. But when it comes down to it, the cores of most of my stories are relationships. A boy and a girl coming together and riding the waves of life beside each other as best they can. Maybe they will swim, maybe they will sink. The potential is unlimited.
Why do I write about love? I don’t really know. The only answer I can think of is that I love it. I love the journey. I love the gradual revelation of character, the strengthening of bonds and emotions, the beautiful language that fits these sorts of stories, the choices to be made, the healing and redeeming power of love in all its forms. And I think that’s reason enough.
The novel I am revising now is a historical romance (mostly). I hope to have it finished sometime in 2018. I have another one, probably a short story, percolating inside of me at the moment that I intend to get out there one way or another.
So keep following my blog. I might just become one of your favorite authors someday! 🙂