This is just a short note about not counting your lack of chickens before they fail to hatch. Writing has been dragging for me, lately. I mean draaaaagiiiiiiing. Not fun to do, and not good to read. It’s been one of those periods where I peruse the want-ads to see if maybe there’s something else …
As a writer of romantic stories, I am always fascinated by how other authors capture not only the feeling of being in love, but the moment when one falls in love: irrevocably, irresistibly, and sometimes irrationally. So I thought it might be fun, from time to time, to share some of the really exceptional descriptions of love that I’ve been lucky enough to encounter during my years as an obsessive (and occasionally obsessed) reader.
This is a confession, a self-imposed intervention, and an outright plea for advice, all rolled into one (because I’m too lazy to do them individually).