My banker is weeping as he contemplates the damage that’s being done to my depleted savings account. Oh, who am I kidding? I don’t have enough money left in my account to rate a personal banker. Considering our monthly statements, I’m lucky the banking industry allows me to keep a personal ATM card. The way things are going, they may come to regret that decision.
So I’ve been distracted and a little anxious, cash-wise. I’m also feeling a little pins-and-needle-y because my new novel is so far from done. It moves along, slowly, slowly, because other events keep interrupting my progress. Glynn is more than ready to start Third Brother (and a few readers have let us know, they’re ready for Third Brother, too) so I feel as if I’m letting people down. The good news is, I like what I’m doing with the new book; the bad news is, as long as I keep the pages from Glynn’s eyes – I want the completed story to be a surprise -- I don’t have anyone to tell me if they think I’m on the right track. If I’ve gone horribly astray, I could always throw my pages away and move into our next sequel to One Bride.
The truth is, I just wanted an “Atta girl!” It’s been awhile since I’ve had one. I know the story is okay. In younger days, I might have drifted into the wrong direction but I’ve been at the keyboard for enough years to realize when things are shaping up nicely. The new novel will be fine, if I can just get enough time to finish it.
At the neighborhood Game Night (I won the first game), one of the neighbors said she’d heard that Glynn and I write romances. When I told her I was in the midst of a mail-order bride novel, she couldn’t have been more excited. “Those are my favorite,” she exclaimed. “The innocent bride. The dark and brooding hero she has to win.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell her that my hero was neither dark, nor brooding. He’s kind of an upbeat optimist. The heroine doesn’t have to win his heart; he falls for her immediately. He’s a good man, without a trace of bad boy in him. Then I remembered how many readers do like a bad boy, do want a man of mystery colored by the tragedies of his past. I immediately decided I needed to rewrite the hero of my novel. Instead of smiling when he sees Faith, Sam will frown. Instead of chasing after her, he’ll…oh, I don’t know. Stare mournfully off into the distance, or something.
Worried about this, I lost the next three games before returning home. You want to see dark and brooding? Come to my house.