Do you ever wonder if you made the correct career choice? I certainly never planned on writing romance novels. Heck, I never even planned to “become” a writer. If anything it never occured to me that you could “become” a writer, I figured you either were or you weren’t.
Every once in awhile, though, I find a topic when researching a story and think, ohhh I could have done that! I couldn’t have, of course. For example, it’s almost impossible to become a hot surgeon if just staring at a half-dissected fetal pig makes you almost black out.
I was also an unlikely candidate for the U.S. Astronaut Training Program given my total fear of advanced math and all things requiring a graphing calculator or finding “x.” (Did anyone else ever wonder why x couldn’t just pick a number and stick with it?)
My third career killer can be blamed, in part, on Stephen King. I have both a healthy fear of clowns and am horribly suspicious of all individuals who can bend themselves into human pretzels and stuff their bodies into a small box. That pretty much cancels out Cirque du Soleil.
So that leaves me with a skill I have been developing all my life. Fueled by a love for happily ever afters, of course.
Still, I wonder sometimes, did I pick the right genre? And sometimes it’s nice to get confirmation…
You Should Be a Romance Novelist |
You see the world as it should be, and this goes double for all matters of the heart. You can find the romance in any situation, and you would make a talented romance story writer… And while you may be a traditional romantic, you’re just as likely to be drawn to quirky or dark love stories. As long as it deals with infatuation, heartbreak, and soulmates – you could write it. |
And just in the nick of time, too. I was getting ready to try and fold my body like a human pretzel.
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