I write to escape reality. When I sit and write my romances, I have a place to disappear to, another world of my own making, where anything can happen. Should my characters be perfect? Of course not. Perfect is boring. But they can be my version of perfect. That’s why knowing a romance will end with “happily ever after” is so reassuring. Life doesn’t work that way, but I’m not writing about life.
I don’t want to write about the less than stellar person I’ve dealt with today.
I love my children, but I don’t want to write about all their foibles (aside from which, they’d be terribly embarrassed).
My husband is perfect in my eyes, but that doesn’t mean I want to portray him in my books.
I want a made up fantasy set of characters who respond exactly as I wish them to respond.
I want my heroines to always have the perfect retort, even though it often takes me time to come up with it in real life.
I want my hero who initiates an apology and easily sees the error of his ways.
I don’t always want the heroine to have the last word, but I want her to be strong and spunky. And I want a hero who appreciates that.
In A Heart of Little Faith, Gideon can be a jerk, but Lily tames him. They rescue each other and although it might not seem so at first, she stands up for herself and doesn’t put up with his garbage for long. And in the end, the reader sees that they are perfect for each other.
In Skin Deep, no matter how bad things were, good wins in the end. Both John and Valerie gain strength from their trials, and both of them learn to appreciate the healing power of love.
In The Seduction of Esther, imperfection is not only okay, it’s appreciated. And preserved.
In Miriam’s Surrender, loss of control is not the end of the world. In fact, it’s the beginning of love.
So no matter how frustrating my real life might be, no matter how many circuses I get pulled into and no matter how buggy people can be, my writing will take those experiences and turn them around. I don’t write about real life; I write about something better.