John Donne said it best in a poem nearly four hundred years ago. My spin on his thoughts is we are all intertwined, no person can be independent from the rest of humanity. I find that comforting and rather lovely.
I must take a moment and reflect on the collaborative efforts that brought me to this point in my life. Gulp. I’m really going to put a work out into the world, and dare call myself an author? You betcha. And I do this brave thing, in part, because of the help and encouragement of two individuals. Two people, I might add, that I have never been in the same room with. Donne’s words hold even greater truth, in this age of the Internet.
Thank you R.W. for the beautiful cover art you created for my story. Thanks for being my writing buddy and collaborator these last few years, and I look forward to beta-ing your stories for many more to come. Thank you D.B. Sieders for being my cheerleader, and telling me I could do it. Your editing efforts have made The Phantom and The Psychic a much better tale than it would have been otherwise. I have so much affection and goodwill for both of you, and I’m glad I can call you both ‘friend’.
I’m grateful for my new writing pals at Scribophile. Thank you, Dawn Pendleton, for sharing your knowledge of self-publishing and for offering to spotlight my new work on your blog.
No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as any manner of thy friends or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
- John Donne MEDITATION XVII
Incidentally, the first time I encountered Donne’s poem above, it wasn’t in a literature book, but in Julie Garwood’s Come the Spring. It’s amazing what you can learn from romance novels.
The rock formations in the picture below are located just outside of Sedona, Arizona. Locals refer to them as "the kissing rocks". Of course, my romantic heart melted into a puddle of mush the first time I heard their nickname. But I also love the symbolism. Like stone, love endures. Life tries to get the better of us. Winds lash and rains pour down, but that very best part of ourselves, our love and regard for others, lasts beyond our lifetime. To me, romance stories are a beautiful reminder of that. They warm my heart and make me smile.
What are your thoughts?
What draws you to the romantic genre, be it paranormal, erotic, or any other subcategory?
Sophia Jones, conjurer of sweet and steamy romance