Where Stories Are Born

I find meeting other authors, readers and the social interaction with people in general to be very stimulating. I percolate with ideas whenever I come back from a conference, or signing or get-together. I am planning on some serious brainstorming with one of my writing buddies, Carolyn Jewel, at the San Francisco Indie UnCon later this month.

Just got back from the Love and Fifty in Sacramento last weekend, and saw the Fifty Shades movie with a whole theater of other romance writers and their reader fans. Now I want to buy a theater somewhere and put in those wonderful lounge chairs and serve beer and wine like they do in Portland…Okay, in my next life…Show nothing but romance 24/7. How about rented cubbies on the side where writers could work while watching the screen? Have a sound-proof office so you can turn off the dialogue or add your own music?

The possibilities are endless!

So everything I do, see and feel goes into my books. People ask me all the time where all the stories come from, or whether or not I’ll ever run out. They come from everywhere! Watch out! Spend time with a writer and you’ll be immortalized! That’s more than a promise, it’s a fact!

What makes a good romance story is that you can count on the HEA. Sometimes it’s cataclysmic, sometimes it’s subtle, yet speaks volumes. But between the beginning and that HEA ending, we go on a journey together and the writer stretches the boundaries, takes the reader on twists and turns of the unexpected, all to arrive at the expected (but not too predictable) outcome. I like it when I read a book and I’m screaming, “No! Bad decision. Don’t go there!” and yet I know that that decision leads to a series of events that becomes part of the outcome, which could have never happened without those decisions.

Some say we writers like to torture our readers. Man, it does affect me when I have to have a breakup scene, or when the hero or heroine thinks the other is either lost or has been rejected. It hurts me as much as it hurts you, the reader. I’ve cried while writing in coffee shops and drawn some attention from well-meaning people around me, consoling me, until they find out I’m just a writer.

Spending a few hours talking to my 90 year-old-step mom brought out another series of stories you wouldn’t expect after visiting her retirement home. Love blooms, friends become enemies, and politics infuses every aspect of our culture, of the world’s culture. There’s drama everywhere, regardless of the circumstances and regardless of age.

No, I’m not going to start writing Octogenarian Romance, although I’ve got a story there too. But I’ve got an idea that could start there.

Tropes are timeless, regardless of genre or age of the characters. An inciting incident can happen in a Retirement Community or in a shopping mall, as well as on a desert island. Because wherever there are people, there are relationships. The story of those relationships is what we write, how people both lose love and find it again, which is the story of hope that is in so many romance novels.

So, as we get ready to celebrate the Love Holiday with those who mean so much to us, let’s remember the opening of the heart as the most worthwhile endeavor man has ever done. It is the one hope that every child seeks, every adult desires, at every age. It is the one thing we can’t get too much of, as the song goes.

And the one thing we need more now than ever before. Let’s celebrate together. You know that quote from Love, Actually? “Let’s all get the s**t kicked out of us by love.” I think that’s fine advice. Couldn’t have said it better myself!