by Debbie Nance
Yesterday was my wedding anniversary.
39 years with the same great man.
All those years ago, my husband’s mother noted the exact moment when Cal and I were officially married. So yesterday at 10:50 a.m., an alarm went off on Cal’s phone and he came to where I was writing, to give me a kiss. A little later, the doorbell rang and when I answered, a delivery guy handed me flowers.
*Sigh*
Yep. My man is still romantic after all this time.
Even though 39 years is a looong time, in many ways I don’t feel any different. Sure, I’ve grown older and have more health issues. And I’m wiser (hopefully) from all of life’s experiences. But, the me inside is the same person.
I don’t think I’m alone in this regard, and I think that sameness is the reason a writer can write something that relates to readers of various physical ages. Do you agree?
I’ve heard authors say that they are stuck at a certain age inside their heads.
What age are you?
Does that affect your writing?
Also, don’t you think every book needs a little romance? What celebrations or events can you add to your book to make it better? Write that scene now.
Throwing Up Words 