A Question I Have to Answer
Okay, let’s just deal with the first question on everyone’s mind, “What the heck is a guy doing writing romance?” There I said it. It’s on the table. I’m out of the closet, so to speak. But now that I’ve asked that question I actually need to answer it. I suppose it’s because I like a happy ending, but it wasn’t always that way. The first book I finished was a contemporary novel with romantic elements. Unfortunately, those romantic elements dealt with loss, devotion, and the main character’s unwillingness to accept that loss. The main character was written with a Shakespearian-like tragic element. Believe me, in no stretch of my vivid imagination am I comparing myself to Shakespeare, but when I was plotting that book I had just finished a college English Literature class where we read and studied Shakespeare for the first half of the semester. I guess that was just the way I had learned to view the male protagonist.
I didn’t start out to write a tragedy, I actually hadn’t planned this book at all, but once while in the car my wife and I barely missed being involved in a major accident. Shortly after the adrenaline stopped pumping through my body the premise of the book popped into my head and away I went. I was plotting in my head all the time for years. I wrote a little here and there, but it was slow going. As a young husband and father I was busy with work, school and various household responsibilities as well as getting our daughters back and forth to dance class, drama club, soccer, baseball, dances and, since we live in the country, any place they need to go including visiting friends! I’m not complaining; it actually provided us with a lot of one on one time where we actually talked. Those late night trips gave us an opportunity to enjoy a great bonding experience that we still enjoy today. When our youngest daughter graduated from college I was actually able to finish that book.
The main character was a very tragic figure and I was constantly dealing with scenes that drove him further down into the depths of his own remorseful hell on earth, to the point of suicide. Unfortunately, I had been so attached to those characters and that tragic story for so long it actually impacted on my personal mood. I was really relieved to write “THE END.” But a happy ending? No. He dealt with his loss and found forgiveness, but still that painful loss would be with him forever. His tragedy stayed with me for quite some time. So now you know why I like the happy endings of Romance and why I enjoy writing them.