Looking for love

I’m not in love with my current hero. Oh, his personality is fine. He’s great! Very alpha and smokin’ hot and yummy. But I STILL don’t have a face for him. And that’s a problem.

See, I often start my workday by staring at the many photos I store on my Mac. Here are James Franco and Tom Hardy, who’ve done it for me in the past. Staring (and sighing) gets me in the mood (not just for love, but for writing). Women read romance to fall in love with the hero, don’t you think? It’s always been incredibly important for me to fall in love with my hero, and to have a face to match, at least kinda sorta, the way he looks in my head. Hence my expert trawling for pictures of good-looking guys on the Internet, which still embarrasses my children.

So for now, I have everything but the face. I even know his coloring. But I haven’t found The One—that face I can gaze upon every day around 8:30, that I can click to when I need a little inspiration. But soon, I’m sure. Soon.

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