THWT Question for 25 FEB 2020

Back in late 2006, while I was working 2 jobs and raising 4 teens, my dad was fighting cancer. He had a stroke, so he decided he was done fighting. The hospice nurse pointed out to me that Mom had dementia. I found a place to move both of my parents to, and I took over all of Mom’s affairs, selling her house in Chicago, and visiting her 3-4 days per week. I was exhausted!

In the meantime, Dad’s death hit me hard. I desperately needed a happy ending. So I started writing my first novel. Mom always devoured romance books by the bagful, but I can remember her drop-kicking a book across the room, yelling at the author, “All of that build-up and no sex? I’m never reading you again!” So mindful of Mom, I wrote my romances with naughty bits–some more erotic than others.

By the time my first book was published, in 2009, Mom’s dementia made her unable to comprehend that I was published. Still, I found that once I’d written “the end,” those characters stopped talking in my head. Then another group started up. I just had my 16th book published, and the thrill gets better with each new book! I love happy endings.