… a confession to make.
I’m a bit of a quitter. When the going gets tough I’m usually the first one out the door.
It’s not that I don’t like to put effort into things, but rather that I like to get it right the first time. When I don’t – which is often – I’ll move on to the next thing. (You should see how many “draft” posts I have.)
Yesterday, I was reading along on the Romance Writers of America website and happened upon a thread called “What constitutes a romance?” Apparently, a “romance” (book) does not consist of the telling of a story of two people and their journey to their happily ever after (hereafter referred to as “HEA”). There has to be “conflict” – usually between them. He has the job she wants. She left his brother at the altar. He ran over her cat. She ran over his dog…. I really got the idea that the two characters must hate each other and then, in a moment of poor judgement, trip over themselves and fall into a conveniently located bed.
After talking to the Yahoo! group for my local RWA chapter and asking their opinion I felt a little reassured that I hadn’t completely wasted the last eight weeks, just mostly. (No one said I *had* wasted my time, that’s just me and my internal conflict.)
See, I wrote a story about two people who knew each other in college but weren’t really friends, they met eight years later and fell in love. What I didn’t do was give them “insurmountable odds” standing in the way of their HEA. So, I’m thinking about that. And trying to break my quitting streak.