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While going back over long forgotten posts I came across one I wrote ages ago. Because I write Romances and am a glutton for happy ever after endings, of course I tend to look at life through those rose-tinted specs, even though I know that in real life only a small percentage of love affairs end in that happy ever after.
Love comes in many guises of course. In my life I’ve known all about abiding love. The kind that comes with having a loving family around you—and the kind that comes with having true and trusted friends. Most importantly, the kind that comes with having a long and contented marriage with a steady, dependable man. My late husband was my best friend. He knew things about me no one else did, even my family—it was he who encouraged me to follow my dreams when I began to write. Each form of love brings a certain amount of heartache of course and has varying degrees of laughter and tears attached. I know I’ve been blessed, as some people know no love at all in their entire barren lifetime.
Let’s face it, love as sung about in most songs, is a fleeting and fragile thing. Where would Country or Pop singers have enough to write about without the heartache brought on by losing a lover. I likely chose romance as my choice of genre because of my smugness in having known such enduring love. True love as experienced by two people of whatever gender is a wonderful thing. Fate, Destiny, my Guardian Angel, call her what you will, has been more than kind to me. She’s always guided me to take the best and most rewarding fork in the road as I meander through these pathways of life.
As for friends, I’ve been so lucky in my life as I’ve always had friends around me that I can depend on. I have friends back in England that I only hear from now and then, and some have been steady for many years. Friends have come and gone in different stages of my life. I have long-time friends who live interstate or up country that I catch up with rarely these days, but they still remain firm friends.
say there is no such thing as a platonic friendship between a man and woman,
but I personally think this not entirely true. Some of my best friends over the
years have been male, and truth be told I have always liked the company of
these platonic ones. I like how men’s
minds work (well the part that is understandable to a mere female). They have
such a different way of looking at life to us females—more uncomplicated I
always feel. And they take such pleasure in the simple things—such as absconding
to their shed or workroom to potter about for hours doing who knows what. They
don’t care if the dishes are left in the sink or if the bed is unmade at three
in the afternoon, there’s more important things in life.
Then there’s my super cyber friends—some of whom live in far flung corners of the world and I will never get to meet them face to face. But they are also constant, some having been a guide in helping me through varying parts of my writing career, providing assistance and advice that helped me on the way to becoming better at my craft. I’ve always considered myself a simple story-teller, following my heart rather than my head, but without the advice gained via this wonderful world of the internet where would any of us be today.
There is a little romance in my sci-fi books, and once a podcast interviewer asked me somewhat sarcastically why do you write popular fiction, and why add romance? What do your stories bring to the reader on a deeper level? And I answered "Hope. When readers follow characters going through the highs and lows and emerging victorious, it gives them the courage to fight for what they love." Thanks for sharing.ReplyDelete
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