Can you write romance without falling a little bit in love?
Last night I was ordering my Amazon Fresh groceries (remind me to do a blog post about the embarassment of living my life via Amazon) and I looked up and saw I could order a DVD of my favorite wrestler with my groceries. And I did.
So I got my cat food and my ketchup, I got Cupcake Royale cupcakes and corn on the cob and lettuce and croutons and Edge.
So between a playdate with Alvin and Saturday afternoon swimming, I've watched a little Edge and wrote a little romance and wondered if the feeling of bow-chicka-wow-wow is necessary for writing.
I don't know exactly. I do know that a little of that shivery feeling of lust doesn't hurt.