I had good intentions. You can read about them in this post Juggling Summer, Kids, Sheep and Writing .
Unfortunately, the unexpected happened…I fell in love…with the new book I started. I should have seen it coming. After all, it is a romance novel.
It didn’t help that when I created the male character for the female, I created someone who I’d consider a great catch. I’m the writer, so I see through his faults and his lies, and I see what dwells in his heart. Darn it. Maybe I should have made him less likeable, but then, maybe Olivia wouldn’t have fallen for him either.
The woman slapping the man and sending him off to be never seen again doesn’t work in romance novels.