That’s how much family communicates. We talk in punchlines, puns and Marx Brothers quotes. Banter and witty repartee is the local dialect, combined with the ever-ubiquitous off-color joke or two and references to childhood stories that may or may not be true.
The truth is, my imagination is often bigger than my gut. I’d like to think that if I ever got dropped into a situation, I’d take a deep breath and agree to some really cool things, but there’s a lot I know I’ll never get the opportunity to do.
And a lot I plan to do anyway.
Writing a book does not happen on the day of the release, but rather, over the course of so, so many hours and so many opportunities to give up.
And I consider that my greatest accomplishment.
Inspiration, to me, comes in many forms. It’s Ruth Bader Ginsburg and Elena Kagan and Sonia Sotomayor. It’s J.K. Rowling and Pablo Picasso and Stephen King. It’s my grandparents, my mom and my dad.
For the quintessential bookworm, fall is a time of cozy contemplation, of spicy, orange-colored teas and sweater tights and Oxford heels and lots and lots of books.
I’ve learned a lot, both in writing, and in loving, about what it takes to stick it out. For me, at least, these are the most important elements to any relationship.
So what’s my ideal romance hero, well it’s not so much about the packaging as what’s really inside.