Yesterday I added the much-needed conflict that was missing from the original version of my previously published romantic comedy novel, Polly’s Perilous Pleasures.
It was perfect. Deliciously grim. As of last night when I left my manuscript, the heroine’s heart had just been broken. So had the hero’s.
The scene was raw with anger, betrayal, sadness and misunderstanding. And now, this morning, it’s my job as a writer to fix it all--to somehow, beyond all logic or reason, craft a stunningly satisfying happily-ever-after ending from the bitter, painful shards that remain of a shattered relationship.
And you thought my job was easy. Ha!
--Super Earthling (a/k/a Daisy Dexter Dobbs)…roger wilco, over and out