Is this real life or just my crazy fantasies?
For years I've written book after book. Actually, that's a lie. I've started writing book after book. It always seemed that my ideas for stories had great beginnings, but inevitably I reached a point where I had no direction, and I would throw my hands up and walk away. Two years ago I decided the problem wasn't with my stories, but with me. I finally figured out that I was afraid to take that leap, that jump off the high-dive into the genre that I most loved to read. I'm not a mystery writer, a crime writer. Though I enjoy reading them, I could never seem to make those stories gel. Oh, I could probably make something like that work eventually, but I drink enough as it is. No, my calling seems to be of a more basic nature - romance, sex, and erotic fantasy. I classify my writing as erotic romance. I've been asked a number of times just what exactly that is. Here is my explanation. I can write a romance book. It would be a sweet little story and you would fal