Today something very scary happened to me. While walking one of my dogs out in the forest, somewhere we go every week, another dog came out of no where and attacked Beau, our male yet very friendly boy. It made me realise that everything is about timing . . . if we had arrived at the forest ten minutes earlier or later, would we have even met this other dog? And now, four stiches later and looking like Mike Tyson after a very bad bout in the ring, Beau is probably wondering how a friendly outing turned so bad. I mean, he loves every dog on the planet and approaches, tail wagging, for a play - now he has a puncture wound that nearly caused him to lose his eye.
Unlike the stories and characters I create, where I control the timing, life takes it's own path. Although my characters might battle with what they want to do, I ultimately decide for them, and even if I put them through tests and trials, I know the outcome will be happy. So, when people ask me, as they inevitably do, why I write romance, I now have a pretty valid answer. You can never forsee what is going to happen in life, but at least romance readers have a little guarantee that whenver they pick up a good old romance, for a few hours at least, they are going to know that whatever the conflict, however bad it seems, there is a happy ending in sight.
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