I said it on Facebook last night, and I’ll say it again: you have all struck me speechless with the love and support you’ve all given Fen and me. He and I spent yesterday in a bit of shock. For three years, this was our dirty little secret (not as secret as we thought, but pffft) and we feared the same kind of fall out we’ve gotten in real life. We should have given you far more credit in a genre built on acceptance, where love is love and you want stories where gender doesn’t matter.
You are the best of humanity and I’m proud to be a part of it.
It’ll take me days to get back to those who messaged me, but please be patient. I will.
What is the purpose of fiction, specifically romantic fiction? Escapism? The big “happily ever after”? Finding the dream? The big awwwwww moment? For me, fiction is a journey outside myself that leaves me more enriched than it found me. Sometimes, that happens, sometimes not, but as Donald Maass reminds us in Writing the Breakout Novel, “It is that truth that persuades us to care and convinces us that this story contains the stuff of life.” Most of my books, especially the novels, have a strong basis in reality, in fact. A portion of the events in these stories have happened to me, to my friends, or on the news, but none more than A Heart for Robbie.
Like a really convincing lie – threads of truth interwoven with fictional elements create a rich tapestry of believability – something that could actually happen. A Heart for Robbie is based…
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