I’m spending the weekend at the New Jersey Romance Writers’ Conference.
Why is being a romance writer better than being a writer in any other genre?
Every person I meet has offered help and encouragement toward my goals. We laugh together, eat the chocolate cake before the main course is served, and offer each other a sympathetic ear when things don’t go as planned. Even if I didn’t have the disease that pushes me to my computer each day to write my stories, I’d want to be a writer just to hang out with such amazing women (and the occasional, yet rare, guy).
I’m already feeling energized to start editing one book and begin a new story about a blonde named Vicky. It will have to wait. A few more workshops and the after party are calling my name.