I have been asked many a time throughout the past few years why I write romance. Why the fluff and bodice ripping (yes, people actually say that)—why not write something more true to life? Why not write a literary masterpiece that is thought-provoking and haunting? Or a mainstream fiction a la Vince Flynn and Dan Brown?
Truly, the answer is simple: I love love. When I read, I do so to escape to a better place, not one rife with the bad or depressing things of this world. I’m not pretending it’s not there (well, maybe a little), and I’m certainly not saying there is anything wrong with writing books that cover those parts of life, but for me, I want people to feel better when the finish the book than they did when they started.
Is that silly? Some people may say yes. But I think bringing a little light into a pretty dark world is a good thing. If I can make one person sigh with happiness, or believe in love, or read ‘the end’ with a big smile on their face, then I have succeeded.
Truly, I don’t care how other people measure success—for me, that’s it. A happy review, a heartfelt email, a Facebook post filled with smiley faces—those are the measuring sticks I pay attention to. And to all of you who have reached out to me in these ways or any other, let me just say now, thank you from the bottom of my heart :)
So, before anyone poo-poos romance and its roll in society, I hope they’ll pick one up someday. Remember what its like to feel the first blush of love, to meet someone’s eyes for the first time, to yearn for that first kiss, and to hope for a happily ever after.
Because, my dear reader, we all deserve an HEA, one way or another :)