What if there’s no such thing as Happily Ever After?
As a romance author, that’s a question I faced. My nearly 20-year marriage suddenly imploded just as my writing career was getting off the ground. My heart was broken. My creative juices dried up. I stopped writing. I just couldn’t bring myself to create a believable HEA ending for a fictional couple when I didn’t get my forever. How the heck do you write HEA when you’re no longer sure it even exists?
I’m glad to say much has changed over the past decade. I took a deep breath and adopted the attitude that what I’d been through was part of my journey to better things. “Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift,” wrote poet Mary Oliver.
Choosing this path led to healing my heart and finding love with someone who has renewed my faith in HEA. And like Stella, it’s helped me get my groove back. I’m writing again.
I’ve started by publishing a refresh of my 2012 novel, Morning Man (Morning Man), about the sexual tension between radio show co-hosts under orders not to sleep together or risk the station’s ratings built on their sizzling banter. I truly love this story. I’m also busy with a new WIP and filling my notebook with ideas.
Writers find material in everyday life and I have no doubt that everything that transpired in the past decade, both the good and bad experiences, has broadened and deepened my perspective. Maybe I needed a soulful shake-up to focus and become a better writer. Like Meredith Grey says:
“Just when we think we’ve figured things out, the universe throws us a curveball. So, we have to improvise. We find happiness in unexpected places. We find ourselves back to the things that matter the most. The universe is funny that way. Sometimes it just has a way of making sure we wind up exactly where we belong.”
It’s good to be back.