And you can’t make me. So there.
I have come to an important decission.
I don’t want to write romance.
I can’t even begin to tell you how huge this is!But let’s be honest here. When you don’t write a word for two weeks you can’t completely blame it on football and kids and a heavy work load, at some point you’ve got to take responsibility. And now I am.
You’ve also got to realize that you’ve got a problem, and you’ve got to solve that problem. So, I was sitting on the bed at the crack of dawn’s ass this morning slurping coffee and worrying about NAILED which is due January and the book proposal (known from this point on as BP) I’m working on with Vee when it hit me.
One of the things I really enjoyed about writing KINK and HANDS ON is that they’re not romance. Oh, they have a happy ending, but as Jorrie pointed out here, when a story takes place in the space of a week, like with HO, marriage is unrealistic. (And please no discussion about HE vs HEA and blah blah blah because I just fucking don’t want to hear it–k? thanks)
So while the BP with Vee (LOL) will end up being erotic romance, I think I can figure out how to put my spin on it now and I think for NAILED now I CAN go back to the drawing board.