i  think that to be a romance writer, you need to have a fundamental optimism in your soul. And I also think that in order to have that, you have to be a genuinely happy person. I don’t mean that you have to be perky, or a Pollyanna. I do mean that you have to enjoy yourself from time to time, and take joy in life from time to time. Not always. But enough that you believe the universe contains good things for everyone, if only they would come into place.

But in order to write an interesting story, I have to write about a messier world than I’ve ever lived in. I mean, I can’t really complain about my life. There have been ups and downs–plenty of them. But in all honesty, as far as I can tell, basically my life is a series of events in which I decide I want something, I put in some effort, and I get it. I’m well aware that this puts me way ahead of the ballgame.

You have to write what you know. Of course, I’ve never lived in the Regency period. I’ve never waltzed. I’ve never even worn a corset. And while I went through a period of teenage angst, I’ve been basically happy. So I’ve been learning to write mountains out of my molehills.

It’s vastly entertaining, but in many respects, it really makes me think about a lot of things I haven’t thought of in a while.

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