A few days ago, I was driving to one of my writing meetings when I spied a young couple headed down the sidewalk, hand-in-hand. They looked so happy, so in love, as they stared into each other’s eyes, smiling. I thought to myself, this is romance. This is what I write about.
The sun had just set, the air sparkling and aglow. I wanted to capture that moment in the pages of a book. And then it happened…
The couple started skipping.
My eyes widened as I watched the two gleefully skipping down the sidewalk, holding hands and swinging their arms. I have to admit, I almost crashed my van as laughter overcame me. I barely made it to the side of the road before the tears of hilarity completely obscured my vision. Skipping? Are you seriously kidding me?
I realized I hadn’t seen anyone skip since grade school and even then it wasn’t cool. Have I lost touch with how it feels to be young and in love? Am I not fit to write romance? Would it really work to have my hero and heroine skip down a beautiful garden path so in love that nothing else mattered?
Seriously, have any of you read any romances with some major skipping going on? Be honest now. :D
Cindy A. Christiansen
Sweet Romance, Comedy, Suspense…and Dogs!
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